Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 55769 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55769 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“And here’s to new adventures in true love,” she returned.
“Whatever,” he muttered.
She kept laughing even as she drank, which meant she started choking.
Christ, his wife was a goof.
But fuck, he loved her.
Track 9
Rock Chick Reawakening
Batman
* * *
Marcus
* * *
“Where’s my wife?” he asked Conchita, their housekeeper, when she poked her head out of one of the rooms as he walked down the hall of his home.
“Upstairs, Mr. Sloan. Your bedroom.”
He nodded and headed that way.
He heard the voices before he got there because the door was open.
But he knew they were there because of the car that was outside.
So he stopped in the door, rested his shoulder on the jamb and just stood there, watching.
His wife was on the bed. She had one of her marabou trim robes on, the blue one. She also had her hair held back in a wide, white band and her face covered in something purple.
Roxie was also there. She too was wearing one of Daisy’s robes, without marabou, and her face was covered in something white.
Last, Annette was there. It was no surprise she picked a marabou robe, and she had on a pair of Daisy’s high-heeled, feathered slippers, even though they didn’t fit her feet, so her heel was hanging over an inch. Her face was covered in something green.
All three were in a line on their backs, their legs straight and up, heels resting on the headboard.
Daisy was speaking. “It drains the nodes.”
“What nodes?” Annette asked.
“I don’t know what nodes, sugar, I’m no doctor. I just know, you sit like this for a good ten, twenty minutes, the swelling in your feet goes down,” Daisy shared. “And it also feels good. Energizing-like. But in a relaxing way.”
“Though, the swelling’s not gonna go down so much your size eights change into Daisy’s size sixes,” Roxie warned, clearly referring to Annette’s feet in the slippers.
“I know I should care that probably some birds lost their lives for these feathers, but I feel like such a girl in them,” Annette declared. “It’s phat.”
“I hear that, sister,” Daisy said. “I got a strict rule. Feathers, but no fur. I know birds got rights too, but a girl’s gotta draw the line somewhere and still get her pretty things.”
A rule, one of many, Daisy lived by.
“Don’t tell Jason I wore this robe,” Annette ordered.
Annette’s partner was a vegetarian.
Marcus heard his wife’s extraordinary laugh. He also, like always, felt it in the left side of his chest.
“Your secret’s safe with us,” she assured.
“I can feel my face morphing,” Annette announced. “It’s like I’m ten years younger already.”
“That’s the point, darlin’,” Daisy told her. “Though, it ain’t the truth, it’s the point. Doin’ nice things for yourself makes you feel like a million bucks.”
“Amma used to be my guru, you’re my guru now,” Annette declared.
“Let Amma keep your spirit, sugar,” Daisy advised. “I’ll take care of your skin.”
“Deal!” Annette exclaimed, punching the air as her exclamation point.
Again, he heard his wife’s laughter.
Silently, Marcus moved out of the doorway.
It was girl time for Daisy.
All her life, she’d wanted girls to share facials and feet-swelling remedies with.
Now she had them.
It wasn’t like he felt he was intruding, and not just because it would upset Daisy greatly if she knew he thought that way.
It was that, a person like Daisy, who had the love Daisy had to give, and who deserved all the love she could get, having that hole in her life all her life…she had some making up to do.
It was fortunate the Rock Chicks gave sisterhood better than any other.
They’d make that up in no time at all.
Indeed, maybe they already had.
He still left them to it.
Because Daisy deserved a lot of love.
And the Rock Chicks did too.
They were at the breakfast table and his wife had just slid his plate in front of him.
He’d kept in shape before her with daily workouts.
When she entered his life, he adjusted his eating schedule where lunches were light, or he just had a protein drink, and he added a half an hour to his workouts. He did this because her Southern breakfasts had also entered his life.
“Thank you, darling,” he murmured, picking up his fork when she sat down. After he swallowed his first bite, he asked, “What are your plans for today?”
“Got a scheduled RCG at Fortnum’s this mornin’,” she answered, scooping up some of her hash brown casserole.
RCG was the acronym for Rock Chick Gathering. These were unofficially official meetings of the Rock Chicks.
However unofficial, attendance was mandatory.
“What’s this one about?” Marcus asked, hiding his disappointment, something he’d become adept at doing.
It was Saturday.
He wanted her to have girl time, but since the Rock Chicks came into her life, it sometimes interrupted their couple time.
“We’re headin’ off Rock-Chick-Eggedon.”
He chuckled, even not knowing what this was about.
Sadie and Hector’s wedding date was set now that Seth’s release date was set.