Blue
Copyright© 2024 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 7
God ... I hate that question.
What kind of an asshole am I?
Lessee ... I play bass in a rock and roll band and WE have an image required by our public and fans. To wit: Hair past my shoulders, a large and long mustache. I wear tight jeans that makes the female ... and a few of the male ... concert goers aware of my size and the tightness of my butt. and ... at this very moment my teeshirt has a rather famous logo... “Free Mustache Rides.”. I make no reference to my millions ... it is part and parcel of the life I have lucked into.
Mom ... Mrs. James ... liked the shirt.
Daddy ... Mr. James ... noticed Mrs. James liked the advertisement and immediately hated it.
I was very interested in Mrs. James.
I said, “I can see where Redmon got her beauty ... If I had seen the two of you on the street, I would have thought, ‘Sisters.’”
Mrs. James blushed ... Mr. James’ face turned red.
Mr. James asked the question.
Believe me ... there is a difference between blushed and RED.
As to Mrs. James ... if I was so inclined to a relationship with the young Ms James I would be fairly assured that she might look like her mom ... in twenty years.
Hold it, hold it hold it ... Just what are you thinking, sir. I hold conversations with my inner self at the most inopportune times ... I should be thinking about RED faced daddy and I am distracted by his female offspring. What is going on? Why do you care? Because you LIKE this girl? Do you? Yes. Like her enough to ... eww ... marry her? Babies...? A house in the ‘burbs ... a soccer mom? ... a VAN!?! Get a real job? Wait ... Wait ... you have millions ... invested to be sure but possible. What about the band?
I snatched my phone from Red. Ignoring EVERYBODY ... it was my turn in the bathroom ... conference room ... bathroom. Idiot!