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Chapter Eight: "West Coast, Best Coast"

December 21, 2015

"So, like…do we have to call him Grandpa?"

Casey gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white as his son's question echoed in the interior of their SUV. The leather seat hissed as Diana turned around and he heard her say, "Harrison, we talked about this. You can call him Gregory."

Just when he thought his children understood the changes in their family tree, the questions had come back with a roaring vengeance in the last day or so. They were going to Sunset Beach to spend Christmas and New Year's with his new family. With his father. He blinked, Harrison's reply a hollow echo as he blindly gazed out at the bumper-to-bumper traffic. He was in constant contact with his three siblings since the truth was revealed. He emailed Gregory on a daily basis. So, he knew he shouldn't have been surprised when the invitation to Christmas came. But…he was. He couldn't help it. Now that the trip was here and they were roughly 25 minutes from Miami International Airport, he felt the old anxiety come back. The kids and their never-ending questions weren't helping. He felt Diana's hand on his thigh and he forced himself to smile. "We're going to have a great time, kids," he heard himself say. He couldn't help but wince at how fake his enthusiasm sounded. Surely, they all heard it.

"Daddy? I was wondering something…" Nicola's tentative question caused his eyes to raise to the rearview mirror. God. More questions. He locked eyes with his youngest daughter as she asked, "Are you sure Santa will know we'll be somewhere else for Christmas?" Thank you, God. A question he could handle.

"Sheesh, Nic," Allie murmured as she gazed out the window.

He nodded and smiled. "Of course, he does. He knows everything, remember?" She nodded and pulled her knees up to her chest, sandwiched in the middle of the backseat between her two older siblings.

"See?" he heard Diana murmur and he glanced over. "They'll be fine."

He nodded and turned back to the road. By the end of the day, they would be in California. They would be with his family. Wasn't that how it was supposed to be? Isn't that what all families did?

Diana's phone chimed and she glanced down, swiping at the screen. "It's from Cait. She and Charlie just got on the road. She thinks they've timed it so they'll be arriving around the same time as us."

He nodded as he glanced over his shoulder at his blind spot. "That's something like an eight-hour drive from Sonoma County." He glanced up at the rear view mirror. "What do you think, kids? It's not too late to drive to California."

"Eww, yeah right," Allie scoffed as Harrison replied, "Negative."

"I think it would be fun, Daddy," Nicola said, causing Harrison to suck his lips. "Stop, Harrison! Mommy, Harrison said I'm being a kiss-up!"

He rolled his eyes. In spite of everything, some things didn't change.


Gregory opened his eyes slowly, Olivia's back pressed against his chest. He sighed and closed his eyes again as he hugged her closer. The bedroom was quiet, just the sound of her breathing filling the silence. He savored it, knowing it was only going to last a few more hours. They were all arriving later today. All the children and grandchildren under one roof. For the first time. He opened his eyes slightly, thinking of Casey and his three children. Three grandchildren he's never even met. He and Casey had spoken on the phone only once since Alex's letters arrived. Gregory, I- I got a letter from Mom. They spoke at length that day, sharing the letters Alex had written to each of them. But, that was their only call. The one-sided nature of daily emails was an easier way for them to communicate.

"Darling, don't say it like that: 'Olivia would like it if you and your family joined us for Christmas'." She leaned over him, pointing at the laptop's screen. "Say, 'Olivia and I would like you and your family to join us for Christmas'." She placed her hand on the back of his neck and squeezed gently as she looked down at him. "He has to know you want him to come."

Olivia stretched against him and he heard the change in her breathing. "Good morning," she yawned a moment later, pressing back into him.

His arms tightened around her as he drew her closer, feeling the way she burrowed into his chest. Three weeks in Florence hadn't fixed everything between them. It couldn't. But, it had given them a new start. "Sleep well?" he asked as he opened his eyes for the second time.

She nodded and glanced back over her shoulder. Her blue eyes were still dulled over with sleep and exhaustion. "Well enough," she sighed as she leaned up to kiss him.

"You do realize," he murmured against her lips, "that this is the last time we'll be able to wake up like this for the next two weeks." Their twin granddaughters were fond of crawling into their bed in the mornings when they came to visit.

She smiled as she rolled into him, their chests pressing together. "Not so different from when the children were small," she murmured as he turned onto his back. A moment later, she curled against him, her head on his shoulder.

He looked down, nodding through a yawn. "Our children knew to knock though," he replied as his fingers combed through her hair. A moment later, she chuckled softly and he felt the lazy smile come to his face. It was true though. Their children never stepped foot in their bedroom without knocking if the door was closed.

She pushed herself up, her eyes swollen with exhaustion as she gazed back at him. He reached out and caught her hand as she suggested, "They had to. The odds were higher we'd traumatize them."

He rolled his eyes and gave her hand a gentle tug. A moment later, she leaned back against him, her forearms against his chest. "And now?" he asked, his voice low.

With a seemingly innocent shrug, she offered a simple answer. "We're respectable grandparents now."

He scoffed beneath his breath as he watched her eyebrow arch. As a smirk curled her mouth, he muttered, "Grandparents, yes. I don't know about respectable."

She rolled her own eyes and shook her head. The back of his hand followed the line of her jaw, his fingers lightly circling her chin as she sighed, "It sounded better than 'old'."

He chuckled softly as she curled back into the nook of his shoulder. "Most things do," he sighed. When an easy silence fell between them, his thoughts immediately returned to Casey and his family. They were expected to arrive first. Evy, who had bonded almost immediately to Casey, was thrilled and could barely contain her excitement. Olivia was confident Caitlin and Sean were similarly looking forward to spending the holiday with their newfound brother. He sighed deeply, unable to shake the ominous feeling churning low in his belly.

"Darling?" He looked down, hearing Olivia soft voice. She placed her hand over his heart and gazed deeply into his eyes. "It's going to be fine," she whispered and he forced himself to nod.

"Yes."

"It will be." She smiled as he covered her hand with his own. "Rose wrapped the present. I asked her to leave it in your study."

He nodded again and squeezed her hand.


Evy glanced up as the doorbell rang and she pushed herself up from the sofa. "They're here!" she shouted in the direction of the patio before she moved to the door. Nervous butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she pulled open the heavy front door. Casey, his wife, and their children looked back at her and she couldn't help the wide grin on her face. "You're finally here!" she exclaimed as she threw her arms around Casey. His strong arms encircled her, squeezing tight as she looked up at him.

"What happened to you?" he asked as he stepped into the foyer.

She rolled her eyes and glared down at the splint on her left wrist. "Oh, it's nothing. Just a sprain. I came down on it wrong after some defender flattened me last night," she explained as she reached out to hug Diana. "I'll be back on the pitch in a few weeks."

He nodded and turned to his children. "Kids, this is Evy. She's my younger sister."

Her throat tightened as she listened to the introductions of the nieces and nephew she's only seen pictures of up until this moment. My younger sister. She's been Caitlin and Sean's younger sister her entire life. But, now she was his younger sister too. She smiled at the children, even as she felt Allie and Harrison eyeing her warily. "It's so awesome you're all here for Christmas!" she exclaimed, smiling down at Nicola. The little girl smiled bashfully and stepped closer to Casey. "And, you're the first ones here, which means you get to call dibs on the beds and air mattresses. Cait's sitting in traffic in Bakersfield and Sean's isn't flying in until later tonight."

As Diana turned, directing the children to start bringing in the luggage from the rental car, Casey stepped closer and asked, "Where's- where's Gregory?"

She knocked her head in the direction of the patio. "Outside. Mom bought some statue for the garden when she and Dad were in Florence last month. It just got delivered." He nodded and glanced up, watching the open doors which led to the patio. She bit the corner of her lip, wondering if he'd ever call him Dad too. As she watched his face tense up, she glanced over her shoulder as her parents came into the house. She sighed. If that was his reaction, it might be awhile before he called him Dad.

A long while.

"Casey, welcome," Mom said as she hugged him briefly. "Happy Christmas."

He nodded, an apprehensive smile on his face as he said Mom's name. She hung back, watching as Dad extended his hand and stepped closer, saying something softly to him. Casey nodded and leaned in, replying. She caught Mom's eye and smiled hopefully. Mom winked back and moved closer to Dad, her hand pressed against the small of his back.

Maybe not that long.

She watched quietly as Allie came back in, lugging a large quilted duffle bag. It was so weird having a niece just three years younger than herself. It was even weirder to think that Greg wasn't Dad's first grandchild anymore, she realized as she watched Casey introduce Allie to her parents.

"-no one calls me Alex though," she heard Allie say with a giggle, "and I'm only Alexandra when I'm in trouble."

"Same," she said, making eye contact and smiling. "It's not a good thing when I'm Evelyn…and it's even worse if I'm Evelyn Frances." The younger girl smiled back and she beckoned her to follow. "You're going to sleep in my room," she explained as she led her up the stairs. "It's the only kid-free place in the whole house, other than Dad and Mom's offices."

"Cool. My dad said there was a lot of people staying here this Christmas."

She nodded as they turned onto the second floor. "Yup, total full house situation. Nineteen people in all." The whole family, together for the first time. She glanced over her shoulder and smirked, "Thank God the house is big enough."

"Totally."

"So, have you ever been to Sunset Beach before?"

"Only once, when I was six. But, that's it."

She nodded as they walked into her bedroom. "It's a cool place. Really chill."

"My dad hasn't stopped going on about the sunsets," she sighed and she glanced over her shoulder in time to see the slightly younger girl roll her eyes. A decidedly Richards trait, she thought.

"Well, they are pretty epic. After all, West Coast, best coast." She gestured to the inflatable mattress on the floor. "I saved the newest one for you."

"Thanks." Allie dropped her bag onto the floor and flopped belly-down onto the mattress.

She sat on the foot of her bed, gently resting her injured wrist on her lap. "So…this is weird. Right?"

"Totes." She glanced over, watching as Allie leaned up and rested on her forearms. Her eyes flickered over to her and she forced a polite, but small, smile. "I just met my real grandfather for the first time. And, no offense, you're my aunt, but you're only…what? A few years older than me?"

"I'm 18," she said, folding her arms beneath her head. "You can just call me Evy." She nodded and she had a feeling Allie would've just called her by her name even if she hadn't said anything. That was fine. It was a hella awkward situation. "Want to go to a party with me tonight?" she asked. "My friend, Christian, always throws them for all the holidays. It's kind of his thing."

She glanced up, her surprised expression giving way to a beam. "Ok."


Olivia leaned against the door jamb, her hair stirring in the strong salty breeze blowing across the patio. The sound of fighting children echoed from behind her, but she didn't turn around. Let Caity or Shasta worry about it. Instead, she was focused on the scene before her. Gregory was down on the second level of the patio, just beyond the shallow steps, supervising Harrison and Greg's putting. She was too far away to hear what they were saying, but it didn't matter. She could see just fine.

She shivered and folded her arms across her chest as Gregory crouched low, adjusting Harrison's stance. She blinked her eyes behind the dark lenses of her sunglasses, her throat tight as she watched them. Of course, no one knew what to expect when Casey and his family joined them for Christmas. Gregory would never admit it, but the anticipation of their arrival ate away at him. Patience had never been a strong suit of his, though he had gotten better with age. He hadn't slept well in days. But now, seeing this and the way Casey and his family melted in with their children and grandchildren, she could breathe a sigh of relief. It was all going to be fine, she realized as she inhaled sharply.

Someone cleared their throat and she looked up. Casey. She smiled and held her index finger to her lips. He nodded and stood next to her, looking out at the patio. She heard him chuckle and a moment later, he explained, "Harrison's never held a golf club before in his life."

She smiled, pulling the thick shawl tighter around her. "He seems to be enjoying himself though." She turned to him and explained, "None of the children play with Gregory. Caitlin doesn't like sport at all. Sean's tried golf, but he gets too frustrated. Evy thinks it's boring."

"And you?"

She shook her head. "I can't stand it. You?"

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as his eyes turned up to hers. "I think scraping barnacles off my boat is more interesting."

She chuckled and turned back to the patio. "Well, then. It seems Gregory will continue to be grateful for his grandsons' company on the links." Grandsons. A silence stretched between them and, a moment later, she could feel Casey's eyes on her. She glanced back at him and reached up, slowly pulling off her sunglasses. Without the tint of the dark lenses, she could suddenly see the hesitation swirling in his crystal blue eyes. "I think Gregory makes you nervous, but I think I make you more nervous."

"Yes. I mean, no," he said quickly. "I mean, I just…"

She swallowed the half-smile on her lips and reached out, touching his upper arm. "I'm very happy you're here," she said softly. He just continued to watch her, skepticism written across his face. "I don't think I have it in me to be your wicked stepmother." He jerked his head – an attempt at a nod? – and gazed at her as she continued, "I don't have it in me to resent you either."

He sighed and looked back out at Gregory and his son. She followed his gaze as he said, "I don't know if I belong here." She turned sharply, watching quietly, as he continued, "I'm here, but…it doesn't feel real."

"Of course, you belong here," she marveled. "You're Gregory's son. You're my children's brother. You're…you're part of our family." She exhaled slowly and smiled, watching calmness wash over his face as her words sunk in. "As for Gregory," she continued, turning back to look at her husband, "don't be nervous. He's not a bad man." Casey stepped closer and she glanced sideways at him. "People like to think he is because he's intimidating, but they don't really know him." She reached for his hand and squeezed gently. He looked up and when their eyes met, she continued, "I've loved Gregory since I was nineteen." She faltered momentarily, realizing the math. She had spent more years sharing her life with Gregory than her childhood years in England he wasn't a part of. He and their family were the sum of her life. She looked back up at Casey and whispered, "Believe me when I say no one knows how to love deeper or harder than him."

"Pizza is here!"

"PIZZA!"

"Mine's the one with vegan cheese and meatless sausage!"

She squeezed his hand again before she gently let it go. He nodded slowly as the boys ran up to the house. "Hey, Dad!" Harrison exclaimed. "Gregory says I've got the right posture for golf."

She wrapped her arm around Greg's shoulders as Casey clapped his son's back. "That's great, buddy!"

"We're going to play golf in the morning at the country club," he added and she smiled as Casey nodded. "Me, Gregory, and Greg."

"Let's go tell Mom," he said, leading his son back into the house.

Greg hung back at her side for a moment and looked up at her. "I like Harrison, Nana," he announced with a grin.

She smiled and leaned down, kissing the boy's sandy blonde head. "I'm so glad, darling. Now, go in and get some dinner." He nodded and disappeared into the house. A moment later, she felt Gregory's arm slip around her waist. She leaned against him, her face turned into his throat, as they stood quietly, listening to the echo of their family from the open kitchen and dining room doors. "Greg likes Harrison," she murmured.

"They got on well," he replied and she looked up. She saw his crooked smile and she sighed.

They were all going to be fine.


Casey swallowed hard as he followed Gregory into his study. He glanced around, immediately overwhelmed by the walls of shelves, crammed full with thick books. It reminded him of John's office in the house he grew up in. He only went into that room when he was in trouble. Gregory's voice ripped him from his memories and the old associations with home offices. "Sorry?"

Gregory glanced over his shoulder and repeated, "Drink?"

What the hell? "Sure," he said as his body folded into one of the arm chairs next to the desk. He could feel his heart thudding in his chest. He didn't know why he was here. It was after dinner, when they were all making their way onto the patio, that he heard Gregory say, "Casey, step into my study for a moment." Nervously, he rubbed his mouth, trying in vain to shake off the feeling that he was somehow in trouble. Don't be nervous. He's not a bad man. He rolled his neck, listening to the small bones pop as Gregory turned around, holding out a crystal tumbler. He held it up, examining the dark amber liquid as Gregory leaned against the desk. He chuckled and admitted, "I'm usually more of a beer drinker."

Gregory glanced down at his own glass before he looked back up, their eyes meeting. "Do you want one?"

He shook his head, already feeling as if he was failing some invisible test. "No, no. This is…fine."

"It's no trouble. We-"

"Really." He held up his glass in a mock-toast, somewhat disgusted to see the ripples in the scotch as his hand trembled. "Bottom's up."

Gregory watched him closely as he flashed a half-smile. "That was Alex's toast."

He nodded, his entire throat and chest enflamed in warmth as he swallowed the scotch. "Quickest way to drain your glass-" he said, reciting his mother's words from memory.

"And get to the next one," Gregory concluded before he took a sip from his own glass.

"The way she drank, it's a miracle she wasn't an alcoholic," he said, chuckling beneath his breath before an urgent thought consumed him. But, Olivia was. He glanced up sharply, mentally kicking himself. "Sorry, I didn't- that was-"

"Casey, it's fine."

He nodded slowly and he took a deeper – desperate – swallow of the scotch. But, Gregory merely watched him. Calmly. Like he wasn't angry at the perceived insult about his wife. "Are you sur-"

"Do I make you nervous?"

Don't be nervous. He's not a bad man.

"A little," he admitted. He watched Gregory's face turn thoughtfully, as if he was considering his reply. "I- I don't really know you."

"And, yet," he began softly, "here you are. In my home. Spending Christmas with my wife and I. With our family."

He nodded and leaned back, stretching out his long legs. He raised the glass and was embarrassed to see it was already empty. "Perhaps I'll make a scotch man out of you yet," he heard Gregory say as he reached for his now-empty glass.

"Perhaps," he agreed, watching as he refilled his glass and turned back to him.

"I asked you in," Gregory said, ignoring his old spot against the desk as he instead took a seat in the armchair next to him, "because there was something I wanted to give you."

He nodded, resisting the nervous urge to drain his second glass dry and ask for a third serving. "Oh?" he asked lamely. He sounded pathetic, he realized to himself as Gregory reached for a wrapped present. He turned back and held it out to him. The glossy wrapping paper shone in the glow from the lamp and he took the surprisingly heavy package from Gregory.

As he awkwardly fumbled with his glass and the present, he heard Gregory say, "You don't know this, but I wasn't close to my own father."

He tucked the glass between his right thigh and the arm of the chair before he wedged his finger into the flap of the wrapping paper. "How come?" he asked. When his only reply was silence, he looked up. Gregory's back was to him as he stood in front of one of the bookcases, staring at a framed photo.

"He was a sadistic bastard," he replied softly as he turned away. "By today's standards, he'd be called 'abusive', but that vocabulary didn't exist in the 50s."

He nodded slowly, his lungs quickly deflating as Gregory's words sunk in. "I…I'm sorry."

Gregory shook his head. "It's nothing for you to apologize for." He cleared his throat and took a sip of his scotch before he continued, "I tell you that so you'll understand why there's no pictures of him. In this office, in this house. Anywhere."

He nodded again, confused, as the wrapping paper fell away to reveal a plain cardboard box. He glanced back up at Gregory, who only gazed back at him and said nothing. He pulled off the top of the box and looked inside. Three smaller packages wrapped in tissue paper lay inside and he pulled out the first one. As the thin paper gave way, he saw a gilded frame with a black-and-white photo encased behind the glass. "That's my mother, Evelyn. Your grandmother."

Casey's fingers tightened around the edges as he gazed down at it. His grandmother's megawatt smile burned through the glass as her gaze was directed up to the camera. "How old is she in this?"

"Seventeen," Gregory replied softly as he raised his glass to his lips.

"She- she's beautiful," he gasped over the lump in his throat. He looked up at Gregory, who slowly nodded in agreement.

"It's one of the few photographs I have of her alone, but it's my favorite."

He looked back down at it. It was easy to see why. The photo showed a young and earnest Evelyn, one who had her whole life ahead of her. A young girl who gazed confidently at a spot just out of sight, giving them a perfect three-quarter view of her hopeful face. "What happened to her?" he asked, feeling an ominous twist coming in the face of the young girl with the dark hair and the hint of a dimple in her cheek.

"She died a few weeks after my ninth birthday," he replied softly.

He exhaled deeply. There was still so much he didn't know about Gregory, but hearing this story made him understand his father just a little bit better. "I can see why you named Evy after her," he said softly as he placed it gently in the box and picked up the next package. The tissue paper tore away easily and he sucked in his breath, seeing the next photo. "How? Where did this-"

"You were the ring bearer in our wedding," he explained. Casey leaned forward slightly, examining the photo closely as his hand came to his mouth. He couldn't have been more than three or four in the photo. But, he was wearing a suit and smiling at the camera as Gregory crouched behind him in a tuxedo.

"Mom agreed to that? She knew I was your son and-"

A half-chuckle rose in Gregory's throat. "I think she took pity on Olivia. She- we didn't know anyone else with a son who was the right age we could ask."

That sounded like Alex, who rarely ever said 'no' to her family or friends. "I- I didn't know I was the ring bearer," he stuttered as he looked back at the picture. Gregory's hands were on his shoulders and he was struck by how similar their grins were. Did no one else notice their matching smiles? Or was hindsight allowing him that clarity and realization?

Gregory cleared his throat. "There's one more photo," he said.

He nodded and pulled out the third and final frame. He ripped away the tissue paper, looked down at the photo, and began to chuckle. "I remember when this was taken."

"You do?" He watched as Gregory frowned and leaned over, studying it closely. In the photo, Casey sat next to Caitlin on the top step of the patio stairs with Sean balanced precariously in his lap. "Olivia found it with all our other photos in the attic, but we couldn't remember how it came to be."

"It was after Mom divorced John, so I was 10 or so," he explained as they both looked up, their eyes meeting. "She and I came over to your house because she said Bette, Elaine, and Olivia were having a party for her."

"That was undoubtedly Bette's doing," Gregory explained with a smirk. "She's been known to throw them to celebrate her own divorces."

"No kidding? Anyway, they were out on the patio and us kids were banished to the play room. It was me, Caitlin, Sean, Annie, and Paula." He chuckled. "Paula and I may have been the oldest ones, but Annie was the bossiest. She came up with the idea for all of us to take turns sneaking out to spy on them."

"What were they doing?"

He grinned. "The four of them were doing the same thing Diana and her friends do now. They were kicking back with a few pitchers of margaritas, talking nonstop, laughing, and…and dancing."


February 1983

Casey crept across the living room and pressed himself against the wall. This was exactly what Han Solo would do if he was here. The space smuggler could be totally stealthy when he needed to be. He gently pulled back the curtains – God, so many layers of curtains – and peered around the edge. Music boomed out of the stereo, but he could hear Mom and her friends over it. He blinked, surprised at what he saw.

Everybody's got a hungry heart
Lay down your money and you play your part
Everybody's got a hungry heart

Mom was dancing with Olivia and Bette, the three of them laughing hysterically and singing along with The Boss at the top of their lungs. Geeze! Could they be any more embarrassing? He sighed and backed away from the door. The other moms didn't act like that! Why couldn't they be more like Elaine, who swayed quietly in her chair as she watched them?

He turned away quickly and all but ran back to the play room. Annie, Paula, and Caitlin were still sitting in front of the Atari, their eyes glued to the tv. Paula's tongue poked out from between her lips as she concentrated on controlling the joystick. Three-year-old Sean toddled over to him, seemingly happy to have the only other boy back in the room. He patted his head and plopped down behind the girls. "Well?" Annie asked, though she didn't even turn around.

"They're- they're just gabbing. So lame," he answered quickly as the toddler began to climb up his back. "Is it my turn yet?"


"Mom and I were the only ones to stay for dinner. Caitlin, Sean, and I were eating pizza on the steps and that's when Mom noticed the sunset," he explained as he looked back up at Gregory. His father's expression was intrigued as he continued, "It was her favorite time to take photos. There's this right time – right before twilight – when the light changes and it gives the photos a glow." He spoke, but it was Mom's words he was speaking. As the only child of an internationally-renowned photographer, he had been gifted with impromptu photography lessons since he was a child. "She grabbed her camera out of the car and…that was that."

Gregory nodded and his eyes flickered to the photo. "There is a glow," he said softly and he nodded too, swallowing hard. The three blonde children beamed up at the camera and Casey shivered, remembering the way Olivia stood behind his mother, trying to get Sean's attention so he looked up long enough.

"Thanks for these. They're- getting them means a lot," he said. Olivia was right. He did belong here. Gregory wanted him here. He was his son. He was Caitlin, Sean, and Evy's brother. He was part of their family.

He nodded. "Where you come from matters," he explained, his voice tight.

He gently nestled the tissue paper back around the photos before he put the box aside. As he stood slowly, he suddenly remembered the letter Mom sent to Gregory. He read it over the phone to him, his voice quiet and low. What did Mom say? Something about a parent's love? "You giving them to me matters more," he whispered honestly as he held out his hand.

Gregory watched him carefully for a long moment before he nodded and reached for his hand. Then, with the memory of the way it felt when Evy pulled him in for a hug, he pulled Gregory's arm in. He felt his father stiffen briefly as his arms went around him, but a moment later, he felt it.

He felt his father hug him back.

THE END.


A/N: The lyrics at the end are from "Hungry Heart" (written by Bruce Springsteen).