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her hands over her knee.
    “I’ve been told.” He grinned.
    “Oh, don’t try to be modest with me. I’ve known some musicians in my day, and the lead singer and drummers were some of the worst!” she quipped, slapping her knee. “But… everyone is not the same, and people can change, right?” She winked at him as if she were in on a little secret.
    “I don’t know if everyone can change, but I know I did.” He reached over and grabbed Silver’s hand, gave it a gentle squeeze. “I changed because it was time, and my priorities shifted. One circumstance that changed in my life was meeting this woman right here, your lovely daughter.”
    “Mmmm, isn’t that sweet?” Angel looked on with approval.
    “We’ve been together for a while now, and she is one of the best things that ever happened to me. This is my heart right here, Angel… I’ll take good care of her heart, because we are one and the same.”
    “Mmmm, you’re smooth, brotha. Yes you are. Before we sit down for this stupendous brunch I’ve prepared, I just have three questions for you.”
    “I’m ready.” He clasped his hands over his lower belly, as if he were in the middle of Jeopardy.
    “Oh Lord.” Silver propped a pillow behind her back and leaned to the side as if bored to death.
    “Do you take drugs?”
    “No.”
    “Do you have a controlling nature?”
    “Yes, but not towards your daughter.”
    “Hmmm, that’s good, honest, and quick to clarify… Okay, last but not least, what do you love most about my daughter?”
    “I can’t pick just one thing. There’s so much to love.” He looked over at Silver, his expression serious. He took her hand and mulled the question over. “I can say this, though. I’ve never had a connection like this before. Once you experience something like this, you never want to go back to the way things were. So, one of the things I love about your daughter, Angel, is that she’s her own person, in her own world, doing her own thing… and I was just lucky she invited me in it.”
    “Sold!” The woman jumped to her feet, causing rounds of laughter. “I hope you brought your appetite. I cooked a lot.”
    “Uh, Mama, this man will eat you out of house and home. He and Gregory should race and see who can do the most damage!”
    “You leave Gregory alone, Silver. He applied for disability. He’s trying.”
    “Disability?! So sleepin’ all day until noon is now classified as a disease?! Runnin’ up a cellphone bill by purchasing game apps. is a disability, too? What about throwing a party and putting all the food and drinks on your mama’s credit card, huh? Well hell, I better stay away from here then. This alleged disability could be catching, ol’ lazy ass son of a bitch! You bet not let me see you, Gregory! Stay out! Somebody say grace before I lose my religion!”

Chapter Three

    “L isten to that shit! Yeeeeaaah!” someone screamed out as Zenith disappeared into himself. Javier sung his damn head off while they all melded together in perfect, sweet harmony. He often got lost during Pure Grit’s rendition of “Tom Sawyer” by Rush—one of his favorite songs to perform. The crowd was amped up to the damn sky at one of the largest venues they’d ever played, the sea of people so vast, he couldn’t see where the hell it stopped.
    Manhattan had opened her mouth and swallowed them whole, and dare he say it, this was their best performance in months. Despite Javier’s warnings and gripes about his jam-packed schedule, the perfectionist of a man tossed him an approving wink. He’d promised he’d have the songs down pat, and that he’d carry his weight—and he followed through. The frustrations of his day, his week, his damn life poured into his hands as he gripped his sticks and beat the shit out of the drums before him.
    They had one more song to perform: AC DC’s ‘Back in Black’, which was a frequent closer to their set when they had a rowdy, mostly Caucasian crowd. He loved