Shout Down the Moon
Excerpt
Chapter One
I know he's coming. His sentence was seven years, but after less than three, he's made parole. Mama sends me the news on one of her yellow stickies: FYI, with the date he's being released - June 3, 1991 - circled several times in thick black pen.
On the phone I remind her of the letter I sent him after Willie was born, explaining I wouldn't be writing anymore, it was over between us. I talk as though I believe the letter convinced him, and change the subject while she's still feeling relieved.
For weeks I expect him to show up at the club. Sometimes I peer out into the blackness of the audience, wondering if his eyes are on me, if he is listening. Once, I'm sure I hear him laughing right before the first set and I screw up one of the verses of our big opening number: a medley of oldies we call "Yesterday Once More." Our keyboard pla ... read full excerpt from Shout Down the Moon ebook
