Play for Me by Lois Kasznia Page A

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these questions?”
    “You didn’t raise an idiot and yes, I’ve thought about all
of this. It's all covered.
    “What about your plants?” Bunny grasped at straws.
    “I can give them to Deb or you can have them. Either way.”
    “What about your mail?”
    “I can take care of all of that while I’m in California.” Sam
squeezed Bunny’s hands. “Please? Trust me.”
    “I know, I know,” said Bunny, now in tears.
    “Also, there more good news,” said Sam remembering Ian. “I met
someone. He’s a friend of Jordan’s.”
    “Oh no!” Bunny eyes widened in horror. “A musician?”
    “No, not at all,” laughed Sam. “Better than that. He’s an
architect.”
    “An architect?” Bunny’s demeanor changed quickly. “In
California?”
    “No, in Maui. He lives in Maui. His name is Ian Andrews. He’s
redoing Jett’s mansion that he just bought in Maui. According to Jett and his
agent, Marvin, I might be assigned to oversee some of the construction. Isn’t
that exciting?”
    “Oh, Sam.” Bunny shook her head. “This is way too much for
me. I think I might faint.”
    “I’ve never known you to faint. You’ll be okay.” Sam smiled
at her mother’s theatrics. “Now, let me finish up here and pack. I’ve got a
zillion and one things to do before I leave on Sunday. And don’t forget that Jordan is coming to town this weekend.”
    “Y-you don’t need my help at all?” Bunny sounded wounded.
    “Of course you can help. Why don’t we start taking some of
these plants out to your car? Then don’t you have to start cooking Jordan’s favorite meal?”
    “I almost forgot about that. You’ll be over for dinner,
right?”
    “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” promised Sam as she held
Cracker’s collar so he wouldn’t escape out the door. Sam waited for her mother
to leave and then picked up her phone.
    “Deb, its Sam.” Sam watched her mother's car pull away from
the curb.
    “Girl, I’ve been dying to hear from you. What’s going on?”
    “I’m taking the job. Oh, it is so awesome. I even met Jeff
Beckett. He knows Jordan!”
    “I am so jealous,” sighed Deb. “Where are you?”
    “Chicago, but not for long. I’m flying out Sunday on Jett’s
private jet. Can you believe it? Me and Cracker.”
    “Cracker and I,” corrected Deb. “I am so envious of you! Who
would’ve thought my friend, Sam, would be among the rich and famous? How are
you staying grounded?”
    “I think it’s because of Jordan. He had never let it get to
him, and having him with me is like a rock of strength.”
    “Speaking of the hunk you have as a brother, how is he?”
asked Deb cautiously.
    “He’s doing great and I’ll tell him you asked,” said Sam. “As
a matter of fact, he’s in town tonight playing at the House of Blues. One night
only.”
    “Darn, I have a date tonight.” Deb sounded disappointed. “Remember
all the times I'd stay over at your house mooning over Jordan? He always
treated me nicely. All the other boys would make fun of me, but not Jordan.”
    “I remember,” laughed Sam reliving the memories. “Are you still
seeing Paul?” Sam knew things were kind of rocky with Deb's current love
interest Paul but just thought she’d ask.
    “Yeah, I guess so. I mean he’s a lot of fun and we do great
things, but something’s not right,” admitted Deb. “But enough about me. What
are you going to do about your condo?”
    “I’m hanging on to it for now. It’s good for tax purposes. After
I see Jordan tonight, I’ll run home and pack the stuff I need. Mom’s taking all
my plants.”
    “Speaking of Bunny, how’s she taking this?” asked Deb.
    “Not very well,” admitted Sam sheepishly. “She doesn’t want
her baby to leave town.”
    “Which is why you need to go,” said Deb adamantly. “Don’t
get me wrong, Sam. I just love your mother, but she can be very controlling.”
    “I know. You’re not telling me anything I don’t know,”
laughed Sam. “Look, I have