Page 93 of Together in Harmony
“Ah, got it,” says Lennox, running back into the center of the room and popping a move. As he twirls he sees me.
“Grandpa’s home! Come and learn Magic Mike moves with us.”
This is my family, fuck my parents.
The next morning, it’s Waldo who inadvertently lets us know that things are moving forward with our plan. I’m headed to the gym when he stops me.
“There are even more reporters' cars taking up all the parking in town. Even saw a couple of TV vans with a satellite-things on the roof. Any idea why they are multiplying?”
“Do you ever look at social media or online celebrity news sites, Waldo?” I ask him.
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Why would I do that?”
“Good question in general, but today is different. I’m hoping that today is going to bring about a huge change in
Harmony’s life. I’ll keep you posted.”
“You do that,” he says, looking puzzled.
I divert from the gym, and instead head into the kitchen, where I left my phone. Asa walks in at the same time.
“It’s starting,” he grins.
I nod.
“Now we just need it to snowball.”
HARMONY
“What am I going to do, Einstein?”
I go to put some biscuits in his bowl. He tries to bite my hand as I do so.
“I’m living half here and half at the ranch. Shall we just move up there completely? Or is it good to have a little independence?”
I don’t get any response, obviously.
“If we leave, the mice will be happier, they can have free rein of the place. I’ll be able to have long showers. You? You will probably see more of Waldo up there, so that should cheer you up.”
Last night, after Hugo had come back from New York, he’d asked me to move into the ranch with them full time.
“I hate the idea of you in that crappy shack.”
I told him I’d think it over. Truthfully, there is not much to think about. The answer is duh-yes please. But I will also miss this ‘crappy shack’. This is the place where my life changed, and took a 180 degree turn towards happiness.
The guys have two more days of recording, and then they are done. I’ll move in fully after that, I decide.
Clara will be recording today. This afternoon, after they are done, Asa is putting on an English tea for us all to celebrate. He said it’s for Clara, but it’s really just an excuse for him to use all the recipes he’s got from the Great British Bake-off. I’m going to use it as an opportunity to grill Hugo. We didn’t get to talking about his trip to New York last night. Other things came up.
He’s hiding something, I’m sure of it.
Living with the boys full time, they’ll never be able to hide something from me again—ha!
I’ve told my employer that I am going to be doing less spreadsheets going forward. If I’m living with the boys, I don’t want days to be chained to a computer. And I will hardly be spending any money, they don’t let me pay for a thing.
Moving: Out of Proportion
One small step
