Man Brings Piano to Thrift Store, Then the Store Owner Calls Him With News

Two men talking

Carter stepped off the porch, pacing toward Mr. Samson with sharp, frustrated movements. Paul pressed closer to the window, straining to hear. “He gave me something,” Carter barked.

“There’s something wrong with it. And he knew!” Mr. Samson stayed calm, folding his arms across his chest. “Maybe you should explain yourself before alarming people.”