Chapter 38

“I traveled. I played any club that would pay me. I didn’t care about the amount, as long as it was something. I stayed with friends, or the cheapest motel I could find. But I was playing almost every night. It was a dream come true.”

Emerson slipped his key into the lock of his door and pushed it open. Ninotchka came barreling out, jumping at them like she’d been alone for weeks, not a few hours. Emerson shooed her back inside, then flipped on the lights.

“Coffee?” Emerson asked.

“Sure.”

They both went to the kitchen, Ninotchka a step behind. Emerson turned on the coffee pot, then regarded Sean. “Keep going. What happened next?”