Ok I read this book and I'm going to use some ideas in it to help me though some of this story. I'm sure some of you will like to read it. Now please comment even if you don't and tell me what you don't like about it. Thank you!
The name of the song is "Wanting to be There." At this point I've heard it about, oh a million times. All my life I've been told about how my father wrote it the day I was born. He was on tour some were in Tokyo already split from my mom. The story goes that that he got word of my birth and sat down at a Motel 6 and made it in about an hour. Just a few chords, two verses, and a chorus. He had been writing music all his life, but in the end it would be the only song he was known for. Even in death my dad was a one hit wonder, or two if you count me.
The song was playing over head as I sat in a wooden chair at the auto shop, in the first week of June. It was warm, everything was blooming and summer was practically here. Which meant, that it was time for my mother to get married again.
This was her sixth time seventh if you include my dad. I chose not to. But they were, in her eyes, married…if being united in the middle of nowhere surrounded be snow by some one they met at one of the rest stops while hiking up the mountain. My mom takes on husbands the way other people change their hair color: out of boredom, listlessness, or just feeling that this one will fix everything, once and for all. Back when I was younger, when I asked about my dad and how they'd met, when I was actually still curious, she'd just sigh, waving her hand, and say, " Oh, Kagome, It was the seventies. You know"
My mom always thought I knew everything but I don't. All I knew about he seventies was that I'd learned in school and from the History Channel: Vietnam, Disco. And all I knew about my father was "Wanting to be There." All while I was growing up I have herd it in the background in commercials and movies, at weddings, dedicated long-distance on the radio countdowns.
In the middle of the second chorus Mr. Keneto from Keneto Motors pokes his head out of his office and saw me. "Kagome, honey, sorry you had to wait. Come on." I got up and fallowed him in. In eight days he would be my new step dad.
"So Kagome," Mr. Keneto said as we sat down. What do you need from me today?"
"Okay," I said, reaching into my back pocket for the list I'd brought. "I double-checked with the tux place and they're expecting you this week for the final fitting. The rehearsal dinner list is pretty much set at seventy-five, and the caterer will need a check forth rest of the deposit by Monday."
"Fine" He opened a drawer and pulled out eh leather binder where he kept his checkbook, then reached into his jacket pocket for a pen. "How much for the caterer?"
I glanced down at my paper and gulped "Five thousand."
He nodded and started writing. To Keneto, five thousand bucks was hardly any money at all. This wedding itself was setting him back a good twenty, and that didn't seem to faze him either. Add to it the renovation that had been done on our house so we could all live together like one happy family, the debt Keneto was forgiving on my brother's truck, and just the day-to-day maintenance of living with my mother, and he was making quite an riage. He was a rookie. My family, however, had long been of pro status.
He ripped out the check, slid it across the desk, and smiled. "What else?" he asked me.
I consulted my list again. "Okay, Just he band, I think. The peole at he reception hall were asking.."
It's under control," He said, waving his hand. "They'll be there. Tell your mother not to worry."
I grind at this because he thought I would but really we both knew she wasn't worrying. The phone started to ring and he put his secretary on speaker. "yes"
"Mr. Kento there is a 247 here to see you"
"Bring her in" He smiled at me and stood up. "Well is that all for today. Tell you mother I will see her later." He walked over to me and raped his arm around my shoulder walking up to the door. He opens it and I could see a little old lady with a purple shirt that had the little kites with red hat on it you know the ones you see the ladies at the red hat club wear. This must be the 247. I give her the look saying run, run for your life. She just look at me like I was crazy. "Now miss. What can I do for you on this lovly evening?
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