"Hi," I say.
She looks up at me and looks a bit confused, "Hi, again. You were here yesterday, uhm, with those kids."
I smile, "Yes, I was. I came back to talk to you about your music though."
She stands up from the curb and wipes her pants off a little bit. It seems like she has been here for a very long time. "Sure. What about it?"
"You said you wanted to get into businesses," I say. "So I came to talk to you about that."
"Look," she says. "I appreciate the help, but I don't need it. I want to do this on my own and I don't need anyone to pity me."
Wow. She's a very independent woman. She likes to do things on her own and I fully respect that. Most women aren't like that. They like help, but she doesn't. She is different.
"Okay," I say. "I'm not trying to pity you though. This would be a favor for both me and you."
"How would it help you?"
"I'm in a band," I say. "With my four other best friends. Our songwriter just quit and we need a new one."
"Aren't you a bit old to be in a band?"
She's pretty feisty too. I smile, "I don't think you are ever too old to pursue your dreams."
"True," she says. "Sorry I said that."
"That's okay," I say. "But we were wondering if you wanted to be part of our music business. You would write songs for us that we could sing."
"Can I think about it?" She asks.
"I guess," I say. "But I don't know how much time we have before our manager assigns us a new one anyways."
"Why are you so keen on having me?"
I shrug my shoulders, "There is just something about your music that I heard last night. I think you would be best for us."
"Okay," she says quietly.
"Here's my number," I say pulling out my small business card. I always keep a few extra in my pockets.
"Thanks," she takes it and then looks at it for a second. She then looks back up at me, "I'll do it."
"You will?" I ask surprised.
"Yes," she says. "It's a great opportunity and you guys need someone. I would love to be that someone."
"Perfect," I smile super big. "Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means."
"Glad to help."
"Text me tonight and I'll give you more details on everything," I say.
"Okay," she says. I smile and I turn around to walk back to my car. "Uhm, thank you."
"Of course."
***
"Dinner is ready!"
The kids all come down the hallway from their rooms. "Not hungry, dad," Bri says.
"Why?" I ask.
She shrugs her shoulders, "I don't feel too good, so I'm going to go back to bed."
"Okay," I say. The boys sit down in their chairs and they say their prayer together. Once they are done they start to eat their food.
"Bri is sad," Denton says.
"What?" I ask as I feed Abigal another bite of her baby food. "Why do you say that?"
