Page 14 of Feuds and Interludes
“Yeah. Their manager said the overlap was okay. Morrison wants to see you both, so we’re working on a schedule to get you both time with him and Leland.”
“Right on.” I was certainly willing to be flexible, especially with my current Butler Fascination…I’d bend any which way to get close to him, just for a little while. Was I crazy? Was it possible for himnotto hate me? Or was this just another self-destructive habit I’d developed? My ice cream addiction would probably be better for my heart than this.
Rose and I disconnected and I got back to worrying about the task at hand. My gran and her new grandpa boyfriend. Bruce had certainly gotten my hackles up at the induction ceremony, but I knew he wasn’t a bad guy. That didn’t mean I thought he was the right person for her to get back out there with. They may have had a history together, but Bruce’spersonalhistory wasrife with tragedy. Alcoholism, loss, financial troubles, divorces…his own daughter, Shane’s mom Christina, didn’t speak to him. I knew that much from gossip.
He had Shane, and Shane was his biggest fan. And he could still play circles around me.
I looked at my watch. An hour had gone by. Should I check in with her? A quick text wouldn’t hurt anything. Right?
I wondered what Shane thought about our grandparents reconnecting. I had the sudden urge to ask him, but I didn’t have his number, nor did I know anyone who?—
I redialed Rose.
“Hey, it’s me again. I don’t suppose you could share Shane’s number with me, could you? I wanted to talk to him about the studio time.” Bullshit, but easier than explaining to her the whole thing. He might not want the world to know.
“Uh, let me see… Nope, I don’t have his number. Let me text Jeff Garza, their manager.”
“Great. You can give him my number if that’s easiest.”
“Got it.”
We hung up and I waited. Fidgeted. A wave of wooziness overcame me, and I looked at my blood sugar app. I wore a monitor on my stomach or the back of my arm, and I got notifications if I was too low or too high. At the moment I was okay, but that could change quickly. I was fine with my new exercise regimen, but cutting out my sweets and drinking? Hated it!
My phone buzzed a moment later.
This is Jeff Garza. How can I help you?
“How can you help me,” I wondered out loud as my thumb hovered over the phone’s keyboard.
It’s Boone Collins. I need to speak with Shane. Can you give me his number?
This was becoming quite an arduous undertaking.
I’m not at liberty to give out Shane’s personal information.
I groaned.Can you please give my number to him and ask him to get in touch?
Now I looked like a whiny bitch.Great. Maybe I should have just let it go.
May I ask what this is in regards to?
“Grrr! Jesus, this guy is nosy. Uhhh, ‘it’s a personal matter.’ There.” I clicked send and waited for a few minutes before I got a response.
I’m sorry, I’ll need more information before I contact Mr. Butler at this hour.
“Fuck!” I didn’t want to spill it all, but I figured this would let me know whether or not his grandfather had told him about the date.
It’s about Bruce Duncan.
Again with the long wait time.
Thank you. I will pass along your inquiry to Mr. Butler, and if he’s able, he will respond within 24-48 hours. Thank you for contacting Slade Artist Management.
“Yeah, thanks for nothing.” I slammed my head back against the headrest of my Mach-E and groaned. Maybe this was a bad idea, reaching out to Shane. What would I even say? I didn’t want to end up being rude or making him angry.
My phone buzzed from an unfamiliar number.
What about my grandfather?
