Chapter 65

Sam was the first of our group to go up. He delivered a decent rendition of With A Little Help From My Friends

“Wow, mate,” Tom said when Sam returned to the table.

Taking a big gulp of his Coke, Sam said, “I chose it ’cause if it wasn’t for my friends I wouldn’t have been able to come here.” He gave Mark and me a big grin.

I put an arm around him and gave him a squeeze. “It was a pleasure, son.”

Our meal arrived and we ate while a few others sang or made fools of themselves. The couple that had caused the delay on the Mahón trip got up and sang Sonny and Cher’s I Got You Babe. I wished Mark and I could have gone on stage and sung that.

Mark must have picked up on my mood because he took my hand under the table and gave it a squeeze. “One day, love.”

After we’d finished eating Cliff said he’d take his turn at the mic.

“If you sing Judy Garland’s Trolley Song again, I’m leaving,” Tom told him.

Cliff laughed and went up to look through the song catalogue.