Dirty dishes littered the table, and his left butt cheek had gone numb from the hardwood of the picnic table, but he wasn’t ready to get up. The meal had been excellent and the chocolate cake the best he’d ever had. The animated teenaged voices bounced from subject to subject like hummingbirds gathering nectar. It was strangely peaceful. He glanced at Betts, her hand motions helping her tell a particularly funny story about her start in the music business. She was something. Keeping the conversation going and making Kaitlin feel comfortable. The kids wanted to know about her life, so she told a few funny stories about being on the road, but mainly it sounded lonely. Holidays wherever her tour happened to be and family always a phone call away. No roots. No foundation. No home. True, she had a couple of houses, but nothing she was tied to, nothing pulling her back. From what he remembered, singing and having a real home had been her life goals. She’d achieved fifty-percent. Why hadn’t she achieved the other half?
What do You think about Place Your Betts (The Marilyns)?
