After Divorce: Ex-wife Never Turns Back
He picked up after the second ring, his warm voice steadying my nerves.
“Dad, I need a favor,” I said, quickly explaining the situation.
“Of course, sweetheart,” he replied without hesitation. “I’ll call the Scarecrows. They used to perform for us—they owe me a favor. Sit tight.”
True to his word, a replacement drum pad arrived just in time, delivered by a guy on a bike who looked like he’d pedaled through a hurricane to get here. The band finished setting up without further incident, and by the time the food blogger arrived, the atmosphere in the bar had shifted from tense to electric.
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