The Blues & Billie Armstrong 31
GIVE ME AN F
Previously in The Blues & Billie Armstrong…
It was Sunday, May 10, and in the appropriate calendar square, Darlene’s twice-underlined handwriting said “Santa Rosa!” And the tiny capital letters printed in the corner said: “MOTHER’S DAY.” All day long, no one had mentioned it.
On Monday I swung by the Weeping Willow on the Sting-Ray after baseball practice, but I’d forgotten it was Billie’s day off.
I checked at the library, but Alice said I might find her at The Music Box. According to Alice, Billie and Nate Henderson had recently met and “really hit it off” which seemed unlikely at first because Nate was kind of a bookish, pimply nerd and, well, Billie was Billie. But it also made sense in a way, because they were two brainy, creative types who danced to their own odd rhythms and were near social outcasts in Lupoyoma. Plus, I remembered what Alice had said about Nate being that particular kind of “cool.”