Page 87 of Together in Harmony
His shaggy coat is silky and gleaming, he is also wearing a new collar. He hops on top of the fridge as I enter, turning his back on me. I don’t know if I will ever win his love, but it looks like Waldo has made inroads towards his heart.
The cabin sounds different. I realize the perpetually dripping faucet is silent. A note on the table tells me that Waldo has fed Einstein and cleaned out his litter box for the day.
And spent hours working on the little cabin by the looks of it.
“Waldo!” says Lennox. “What a champion! He may not say much, but he gets shit done.”
For the next few days we all get shit done, noses to the grindstone style. I fill in 47 spreadsheets and write one poem. The inspiration for which is our swimming pool adventure in San Fran.
Something fishy
I fell for a Fin
Not someone from Finland
But someone with fish glands
He moved like a flipper
But where was his dipper?
“It’s hidden beneath
This fishy fin sheath”
He swam into my pool,
said…
“Do you fancy a school?”
Then he called to the others
His sexy mer-brothers.
So a word from the wise
Scales will fall from your eyes.
Cos, making love with three fish-men
Sends your clam to sea heaven
The engineers arrive to start recording the album, so the boys are locked in the studio for long days and nights.
It is not a problem though.
I have far too many spreadsheets to fill in, and having some time to catch up is much needed. I can’t believe it has only been a month since we all met.
Surprisingly, the person I see most of is Waldo.
He has been an absolute angel. Picking me up groceries and collecting my mail. Tiny Gold Creek has had journalists, and Mercury Rising fans, roaming the streets, trying to get the scoop on Frenzy Towers and the Mercury Rising boys.
Thanks to Screech and the never-ending stream of online articles about me. That I go by the name Harmony Rhodes is completely out in the open.
Journalists have even been to the community college in San Francisco, where I did my GED.
People I have never even met before have been giving interviews about me. A photo of me and my one and only boyfriend at community college has been circling for days. Poor Peter.
