Chapter 43

He felt someone lean against him, then Crystal tugged at his shirt sleeve. “Dad! Dad!”

“What?” It felt as if he were waking from a wonderful dream, resurfacing from memories he’d rather lose himself in. Blinking as the lights came up in the Coliseum, he turned in a daze and stared at his daughter. “Hey. Huh? What is it, hon?”

“Second encore’s coming up,” she informed him. “You said we had to head backstage now if—”

“Right, right.” He shook himself awake and glanced at the stage—Geo was gone, the lights out, but in the darkness he could see stagehands removing the stool and mic stand. Quickly he scooped up his soiled shirt and the trash from dinner, and started to follow Crystal out into the aisle. Then he stopped. “Hold up, missy. Take your trash.”

Her shoulders slumped. “Da-aad! They’ll clean it up afterwards!”

“You can clean it up now,” he told her. “Come on.”