บททั้งหมดของ Family Secrets: บทที่ 351 - บทที่ 360

I was reeling, not making good decisions. It got worse, all three of our vehicles were in her name, because I was always working and she had time to do the paperwork, and she threatened to have me arrested if I didn't give my truck to her. She was pushing hard for me to sign some papers, telling me she would see I was treated fairly, that I would get what she called a 'good deal' if I just let the divorce go through on her terms.I finally recovered enough to get a lawyer. I had a good friend, a lot older, that helped me out of my funk."Snap out of it boy. She fucked you over pretty good. Now, are you gonna roll over like a good little bitch, or are you gonna finally remember you got a set of balls?"I was coming out of my shock. Up until it happened I loved her deeply. Now I couldn't wait to burn the bitch to the ground. I told him so."Good" he said, handing me a card. "Three o'clock Monday. Don't be late."I looked at the card. Donovan, Harris, and McGill. THE divorce lawyers in t

It was fun. Seems the nephew could play drums, and his wife was a damn fine fiddle player and singer.We had played mostly traditional songs, and during a break Robbie, the drummer, bitched."Could we play something that I can actually stay awake for all the way through?"I put down my pipes and picked up my accordion, whispering to Dave and Tony. I asked Molly(how Irish is that? She even had red hair)if she knew the piece. She instantly lit up."Count it off, Robbie."Salty Dog, by Flogging Molly. It was fast, loud, and a ball to play. We were a little rough at first, but by the third time we ran through it we were almost perfect. Then we went off into the Young Dubliners, Waxie Dargle. My tin whistle and her fiddle complimented each other.Dave's wife, Amy, was a killer keyboard player, and after an hour it was like we had been playing together forever. We didn't run out of steam until after one in the morning.The older couples were grinning, but Robbie and Molly were walking on ai

Apparently there was a large contingent of architects in the bar, because names flew fast and furious."Kazuyo Sejima!" "A.T. Mann!" "Frank Lloyd Wright!"It would have gone on but we declared it a draw and moved on."Keep a secret" was also declared a draw."Better cooks" said a woman. This time I jumped in."Rick Bayless, Jacques Pepin, the Deen Brothers," I named a few more before I ran out. Okay, so I watch a lot of PBS.Amy answered for the women. "Paula Deen, who do you think taught those boys? Rachel Ray, Lydia Bastianich, JULIA CHILD!"Another draw, but the crowd was having fun."Time for one more. I'll make it easy, just for the women. Name one thing that there is no doubt women can do better than men."There were a few tries, but nothing major. There was a woman waving, trying to get our attention. I pointed her out to Amy.I had noticed her before, it was hard to miss a woman of such beauty. She had long black curly hair that hung halfway down her back, skin a light cream c

"Same. More when I have the time. And my metabolism isn't nearly as good. Age and heritage, I guess."I did share her dessert.I had made no plans for after dinner, and asked what she'd like to do."Do you dance?""A little" I said, thinking back to my grandparents. My grandmother ran a dance studio, and my grandfathers taught me traditional Highland dances. Dancing had been part of my life since I was six years old.We hit a club she liked. I felt a little out of place, age wise, but I'm proud to say I didn't embarrass her. In fact, as soon as her friends we sat with saw what I could do, I lived on the dance floor for an hour. Amanda finally grabbed my arm when a slow tune came on and we swirled out onto the floor.Her lips were a little tight, her eyes narrowed down. "Remember me? Your date?""Sorry honey. They're your friends. You didn't seem to mind dancing with others, I saw that little bump and grind exhibition."Her face flushed."That guy was an ass! If you stayed with me he w

"If I turn the hose on and squirt them, reckon we can get them apart? I need to get home. Robbie might try to cook supper again. That ended badly the last time."Amy just laughed. "Help me empty the van. We'll leave it to them to sort everything."We broke apart and helped, getting it all inside. She told me she didn't work the next day and she would sort everything out then. I was glad, I didn't think she'd get half her clothes in my, er, our closet. She ordered pizza, opened a bottle of wine, and took me to bed to begin what I hoped would be the rest of our lives together.................................................We had been together for four months, settling quickly into a domestic routine. Her time off varied wildly, so we spent as much time as we could together when it happened. She assured me in a little over a year she would have a more normal schedule."We need to house hunt, honey. This apartment isn't big enough."She was snuggled to me after a bout of lovemaking. Sh