She's 17. She should know better.
She went into MY dirty clothes basket.
She got MY white LSU 2003 National Champions T-shirt.
She washed the car with it...scrubbed the rims...wiped down the tires...everything.
She left the T-shirt in a pail of dirty water out on the carport.
When I found it, my beloved shirt was gray with grime and had black and brown brake dust and tire rubber streaks on it.
This isn't a matter of determining guilt. This is a matter of determining sentence.
What say ye?
Ever had a well-meaning friend/relative destory a favorite item?