Third Wheel
“If the Son of God’s the Son of God of them.”
I sigh in defeat. “I don’t remember the artist’s name,” I admit. Jackson has only stumped me two other times. “I shouldn’t have allowed the use of cell phones,” I state, defeated. I’m very competitive. I don’t like to lose at anything. They know this.
“Friends are Friends Forever by Michael W. Smith,” Jackson smiles with pride even though he knows his victory is subject to controversy.
After dinner, we move to the family room with a nearly empty bottle and our glasses of wine. Kennedy beams with excitement as she brings her planning notebook with her. Noticing this, I grab my notes from my overnight bag. I fan them to cover the entire coffee-tabl