Melodic RedemptionChapter 5
Okay ... Eddie was supposed to be here for this weekend foray. All I got was the 'OMG! Dad's sick. I gotta go!" an hour before we were supposed to leave, and a promising (at least for him and his dad) update on Saturday. And it was Saturday night and after ten and I was in my hotel room cycling through eighty channels of 'nothing's on TV'. I finally gave up, plugged my iPod into the bedside radio and punched up the bedtime playlist. Sleep came easily. It usually did. That's the good...