CHAPTER TWELVE
(chapter title – Santa Fe)
"New York City." Kaitlin started.
"Uh huh." Christopher said.
"Center of the universe." Kaitlin told them.
"Tell it, mom!" Ally piped up, holding little Mark close to her.
"Time's are…um, gritty, but I'm sure they can't get worse." Roger stumbled over his words which made everyone laugh. As everyone boarded the subway, Kaitlin put a hand on Christopher's shoulder.
"But anywhere else you could possibly go after New York would be – a pleasure cruise." She whispered the last words in Roger's ear as he bordered the subway.
"Now you're talking
Well, I'm thwarted by a metaphysic puzzle
And I'm sick of grading papers that I know
And I'm shouting in my sleep,
I need a muzzle
And all this misery pays no salary, so
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Sunny Santa Fe would be nice
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And leave this to the roaches and mice
Oh-oh." Christopher sang.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh." Kaitlin, Roger, Sara and Ally sang.
"You teach?" Sara asked, confused.
"Student teach, actually, but everyone else would probably wanna watch TV." Christopher told her, swinging on the pole in front of him.
"America." Sara said.
"America!" Christopher, Ally, Roger and Kaitlin echoed.
"You're a sensitive aesthete
Brush the sauce onto the meat
You could make the menu sparkle with rhyme
You could sing a gentle song.
I could seat guests as they come
Chatting not about Heidegger, but wine!
Let's open up a restaurant in Santa Fe Ah oh
Our labors would reap financial gains Santa Fe." Christopher sang.
"Gains, gains, gains, gains." Roger, Kaitlin, Sara and Ally sang.
"We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
And save from devastation our brains." Christopher told them.
"Save our brains
We'll pack up all our junk and fly so far away
Devote ourselves to projects that sell
We'll open up a restaurant in Santa Fe
Forget this cold Bohemian hell
Oh, Oh - Ohhhh, ohhhh, Ohhhh, ohhhh." Everyone sang.
"Do you know the way to Santa Fe?
You know, tumbleweeds ... prairie dogs ..." Christopher asked as he sat down next to Kaitlin on one side and Sara on the other.
"Yeah." They all said in unison.
A/N: don't own the lyrics to Santa Fe. belongs to respected owner. 'nuff said.
A/N 2: if you guys review, i have Gummi Bears and chocolate chips.