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put the strand in your locket... the one your dad gave you for your 16th birthday.
Sweet sixteen… an age that little one would never get to see in that fractured future.
*****
Chapter 37
Back on Coronado , we took Amanda and Brooke out to eat as payment for house-sitting. They wanted Italian food, so we went with them over to Island Pasta and sat outside at the tables on the sidewalk, where we watched tourists flow past. Melody’s friends didn’t know the nature of our Caribbean visit, and they thought we had just taken a little mini-vacation because we had found a good deal on the airfare and accommodations. We showed them some pictures of the island, and Giddy in the pool.
“Wow,” said Amanda. “ Hawaii and Grand Cayman in one summer! I’m jealous.”
“It was nice,” said Melody, “but, there’s no place like home.”
“Especially if your home is on Coronado ,” chimed in Brooke.
They thought we’re rich, and I suppose in a way, we were. However, we didn’t really have a lot of disposable income because most of the money from the songs and the book were tied up in investment vehicles. I watched them all like a hawk… a carry over from my penny stock days, I suppose. I’ve gotten pretty good at it, picking stocks, that is… at least I’m a lot better than I was back then. More conservative. Not so willing to take wild gambles, although every now and then, I still do.
Sometimes they pay off.
Like that wild gamble of asking Melody for her autograph : )
That one paid off in spades.
“ Nado !” said Giddy.
We all laughed.
“That’s right,” said Melody, while patting his head and playing with his curls. “ Nado .”
I suppose even Giddy knows… there’s no place like Coronado .
*****
After Amanda and Brooke left, we went back home and finished unpacking. The cats came and sniffed at our proceedings, but for the most part I don’t think they even realized we had been gone. They had food and petting and company during those three days, so their cat needs had all been met. Kind of made me miss Sampson. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a cat person and always will be, but I do find that I have a connection with some dogs.
As a general rule, I like Labradors and Golden Retrievers, and also those little black and tan Weiner dogs and Border Collies. For the most part though, I’m somewhat leery of the species, having been bitten by a German Shepherd when I was a kid. Maybe he knew I was a cat person, and didn’t like it.
Or, maybe I was a cat in another life-time. Maybe that explains it. Perhaps I still carry some of that feline smell around with me : ) Some dogs like cats, though, and some cats get along well with certain dogs. Sort of like I do.
“ Maybe we should get a dog,” I thought to myself. Giddy obviously loved Sampson.
“ Sampsssson !!” I heard from the other room.
I just shook my head. Geez… could he read minds, too?
*****
That night, Melody and I were in bed together after Giddy had fallen fast asleep in his room. The cats were at our feet, which was unusual for them that early in the evening… so, I suppose maybe they did miss us when we were gone. My wife had the laptop on and was checking Kickstarter . The pledges were up to 239,010 dollars… I think people were just contributing to it on a lark, figuring it would never get funded.
Boy, were they wrong. A couple of days later our phone started ringing off the hook. A one-point-five billion dollar pledge had been dedicated towards Melody’s campaign.
*****
Chapter 38
Of course, it was Ray that pledged the money. We found out later that he didn’t have to pony up the usual 5% charge to Amazon… that’s why it took a while for the donation to show up. He
Sweet sixteen… an age that little one would never get to see in that fractured future.
*****
Chapter 37
Back on Coronado , we took Amanda and Brooke out to eat as payment for house-sitting. They wanted Italian food, so we went with them over to Island Pasta and sat outside at the tables on the sidewalk, where we watched tourists flow past. Melody’s friends didn’t know the nature of our Caribbean visit, and they thought we had just taken a little mini-vacation because we had found a good deal on the airfare and accommodations. We showed them some pictures of the island, and Giddy in the pool.
“Wow,” said Amanda. “ Hawaii and Grand Cayman in one summer! I’m jealous.”
“It was nice,” said Melody, “but, there’s no place like home.”
“Especially if your home is on Coronado ,” chimed in Brooke.
They thought we’re rich, and I suppose in a way, we were. However, we didn’t really have a lot of disposable income because most of the money from the songs and the book were tied up in investment vehicles. I watched them all like a hawk… a carry over from my penny stock days, I suppose. I’ve gotten pretty good at it, picking stocks, that is… at least I’m a lot better than I was back then. More conservative. Not so willing to take wild gambles, although every now and then, I still do.
Sometimes they pay off.
Like that wild gamble of asking Melody for her autograph : )
That one paid off in spades.
“ Nado !” said Giddy.
We all laughed.
“That’s right,” said Melody, while patting his head and playing with his curls. “ Nado .”
I suppose even Giddy knows… there’s no place like Coronado .
*****
After Amanda and Brooke left, we went back home and finished unpacking. The cats came and sniffed at our proceedings, but for the most part I don’t think they even realized we had been gone. They had food and petting and company during those three days, so their cat needs had all been met. Kind of made me miss Sampson. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a cat person and always will be, but I do find that I have a connection with some dogs.
As a general rule, I like Labradors and Golden Retrievers, and also those little black and tan Weiner dogs and Border Collies. For the most part though, I’m somewhat leery of the species, having been bitten by a German Shepherd when I was a kid. Maybe he knew I was a cat person, and didn’t like it.
Or, maybe I was a cat in another life-time. Maybe that explains it. Perhaps I still carry some of that feline smell around with me : ) Some dogs like cats, though, and some cats get along well with certain dogs. Sort of like I do.
“ Maybe we should get a dog,” I thought to myself. Giddy obviously loved Sampson.
“ Sampsssson !!” I heard from the other room.
I just shook my head. Geez… could he read minds, too?
*****
That night, Melody and I were in bed together after Giddy had fallen fast asleep in his room. The cats were at our feet, which was unusual for them that early in the evening… so, I suppose maybe they did miss us when we were gone. My wife had the laptop on and was checking Kickstarter . The pledges were up to 239,010 dollars… I think people were just contributing to it on a lark, figuring it would never get funded.
Boy, were they wrong. A couple of days later our phone started ringing off the hook. A one-point-five billion dollar pledge had been dedicated towards Melody’s campaign.
*****
Chapter 38
Of course, it was Ray that pledged the money. We found out later that he didn’t have to pony up the usual 5% charge to Amazon… that’s why it took a while for the donation to show up. He
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