Jacked Up
““Did you need something, Momma?”
He was playing guitar and it took a bit of concentration. His nephew Ford was on drums and his niece Asher was singing her six-year-old heart out to Def Leppard. Or an approximation of singing anyway. Her reading skills were sketchy and she seemed to be interpreting the lyrics at will, but that only made it all the more entertaining.
“I just wanted to ask you what exactly you’re doing with the Monroe girl.”
Oh, Lord. Nolan passed the guitar back over his shoulder to Jessa. “Take my spot, baby doll. I’m going to help Gran in the kitchen.”
Jessa conked him on the head accidentally with the guitar when she took it, but otherwise the exchange was seamless and Nolan stood up.
“That Monroe girl has a name, Momma. It’s Eve.”
“Don’t sass me.”
“How is that sassing you?”
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