Chapter 17

“No. No. Sounds like me. I sing it all the time. We all have a go-to tune in our head, that’s my theory. Gramma was always humming and singing Janet Jackson’s ‘If’, different versions, slower, bluesy, samba, not even on purpose, and not even like it was from her generation. Why Redfoo’s song is so close to the forefront of my mind at any given moment in time…I don’t know. Redfoo…he’s the lead singer.”

“I know.” Geoffrey didn’t. “It’s cool. Awesome. Groovy,” he said.

Tag laughed. The humor was welcome right then, but then Geoffrey got emotional. “No one ever sang to me before. My mom, probably, when I was a kid. Someone who wanted a job, maybe. But no one ever sang because…”

“Henever did?”

It was obvious Tag refused to say Ryan’s name. “He sang on stage a few times…And, no.”

“I’d sing to you every day.” Their eyes met. Tag’s asked for a response. Geoffrey didn’t offer one, not fast enough, apparently. Tag stood. “Sorry.”