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three months old. They’re dying for a glimpse.”
I frowned at the memory. Baby and Sean were adamant that Henry’s adorable, cubby little face not be plastered all over the checkout aisle. But last year, when that stupid magazine article came out accusing Hank of being Henry’s real father, part of straightening it all out had been releasing a picture of Henry to the press. It was a major sore spot for us all.
I wiped at Henry’s face, he tried to avoid my ministrations, throwing his head from side to side. “It’s strange. Sean, Sam and I grew up in a normal middle-class house. Well, minus the crazy mom. You’ll meet her next week in Florida, lucky you. Anyway, it was a normal childhood. The same thing goes for Baby, Lisa, and Brad. But somehow we all ended up in a different place. Brad went from being an East Bay brat to a San Francisco tech god. Sam, the smart little punk, made millions when he was still going through puberty, and Lisa, despite her sworn ban on rich guys, married him. Then there’s Sean. He was just my brother, my awesome, sweet, big brother, and then one day,” I snapped my fingers, “just like that, he became insanely famous.”
“And then there’s Baby.”
I lifted Henry up and walked over to the stroller parked by the door. “Yes. Poor Baby, the park ranger. The closest she’d ever come to fame was when she had her picture in the local paper for giving a classroom full of kids a talk about bears or some damn thing. Now she’s ‘Baby Rush.’ But we all had this normal childhood.” I looked down at little Henry. “Henry’s childhood will be different.”
“He has normal parents, I mean, other than the whole rock-star-dad thing. And they love him like crazy.”
“True.” I sighed. I buckled Henry into the stroller, then turned it toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know? Around the block, I guess. We just need some air. And it’s so nice outside.”
“Nice? It’s ninety-five degrees and humid.”
“Well I like it, and I’m going to take advantage of the Texas weather.”
“I’ll come with you,” he said, holding the door for me.
I looked up at him, surprised. “Don’t you have better things to do? The concert starts in a little while.”
“Everything is all set. I don’t have anything else to do. Mike will handle the meet and greet. Hell, with Mike around, my job is a piece of cake anyway.”
“He is handy. Alright. Let’s go.”
We walked for about half an hour. Henry fell asleep, and Jack walked slowly to keep our pace. We didn’t run into anyone with a camera, thank God. And the people we did see had no idea who Henry and I were.
Jack regaled me with stories about growing up in Detroit. He told me about working in the bakery after school and about his grandfather’s blue ribbon-winning muffins. We discussed the fact that we’d grown up just two-and-a-half-hours from one another, yet met for the first time in California. We also talked about the Michigan accent, how everyone there was convinced they didn’t have one, and how I’d had to work hard to rid myself of it when I’d gotten into acting.
“Well, you’ve done a good job. Not a hint left,” Jack commented.
“Wait till you meet my mom. Hey, I have to ask. Did you play sports when you were younger?”
“You wanna know if I played basketball, don’t you?”
I grinned sheepishly.
“Everyone always asks me that because of my height. The truth is, I played hockey.”
“Yeah? Sean loves hockey.”
“I know. We’ve discussed it.” He eyed me. “Don’t tell me you’re a Michigan girl who doesn’t like hockey?”
“I like hockey. I also like baseball. I like the chaos of hockey and the organization of baseball. I don’t know why. I guess they both appeal to me on some level.”
“Hmmm. Hockey seems chaotic, but it’s not really. It’s also very graceful.”
“It is. And hockey players are hot. At least all the ones that still have teeth.”
He
I frowned at the memory. Baby and Sean were adamant that Henry’s adorable, cubby little face not be plastered all over the checkout aisle. But last year, when that stupid magazine article came out accusing Hank of being Henry’s real father, part of straightening it all out had been releasing a picture of Henry to the press. It was a major sore spot for us all.
I wiped at Henry’s face, he tried to avoid my ministrations, throwing his head from side to side. “It’s strange. Sean, Sam and I grew up in a normal middle-class house. Well, minus the crazy mom. You’ll meet her next week in Florida, lucky you. Anyway, it was a normal childhood. The same thing goes for Baby, Lisa, and Brad. But somehow we all ended up in a different place. Brad went from being an East Bay brat to a San Francisco tech god. Sam, the smart little punk, made millions when he was still going through puberty, and Lisa, despite her sworn ban on rich guys, married him. Then there’s Sean. He was just my brother, my awesome, sweet, big brother, and then one day,” I snapped my fingers, “just like that, he became insanely famous.”
“And then there’s Baby.”
I lifted Henry up and walked over to the stroller parked by the door. “Yes. Poor Baby, the park ranger. The closest she’d ever come to fame was when she had her picture in the local paper for giving a classroom full of kids a talk about bears or some damn thing. Now she’s ‘Baby Rush.’ But we all had this normal childhood.” I looked down at little Henry. “Henry’s childhood will be different.”
“He has normal parents, I mean, other than the whole rock-star-dad thing. And they love him like crazy.”
“True.” I sighed. I buckled Henry into the stroller, then turned it toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know? Around the block, I guess. We just need some air. And it’s so nice outside.”
“Nice? It’s ninety-five degrees and humid.”
“Well I like it, and I’m going to take advantage of the Texas weather.”
“I’ll come with you,” he said, holding the door for me.
I looked up at him, surprised. “Don’t you have better things to do? The concert starts in a little while.”
“Everything is all set. I don’t have anything else to do. Mike will handle the meet and greet. Hell, with Mike around, my job is a piece of cake anyway.”
“He is handy. Alright. Let’s go.”
We walked for about half an hour. Henry fell asleep, and Jack walked slowly to keep our pace. We didn’t run into anyone with a camera, thank God. And the people we did see had no idea who Henry and I were.
Jack regaled me with stories about growing up in Detroit. He told me about working in the bakery after school and about his grandfather’s blue ribbon-winning muffins. We discussed the fact that we’d grown up just two-and-a-half-hours from one another, yet met for the first time in California. We also talked about the Michigan accent, how everyone there was convinced they didn’t have one, and how I’d had to work hard to rid myself of it when I’d gotten into acting.
“Well, you’ve done a good job. Not a hint left,” Jack commented.
“Wait till you meet my mom. Hey, I have to ask. Did you play sports when you were younger?”
“You wanna know if I played basketball, don’t you?”
I grinned sheepishly.
“Everyone always asks me that because of my height. The truth is, I played hockey.”
“Yeah? Sean loves hockey.”
“I know. We’ve discussed it.” He eyed me. “Don’t tell me you’re a Michigan girl who doesn’t like hockey?”
“I like hockey. I also like baseball. I like the chaos of hockey and the organization of baseball. I don’t know why. I guess they both appeal to me on some level.”
“Hmmm. Hockey seems chaotic, but it’s not really. It’s also very graceful.”
“It is. And hockey players are hot. At least all the ones that still have teeth.”
He
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