I hadn't even known Sally could play. She usually had a drumstick in her hand.The chorus did three songs, then I got to sing Forever, a Beach Boys son..., though I'd heard it first on Full House when John Stamos did it. I dedicated it to Tami and stared down at her in the first row as I sang. Luke was working the lights and put a single spot on me and another on Tami. I almost forgot anybody else was there."If every word I said,Could make you laugh,I'd talk forever.I'd ask the sky just what we. . hostile but sotto-voce. A large male sauntered calmly into the scene from our left. He must have walked nearly on top of the low hump created by the wood and metal blind. He dwarfed the lionesses, and walked toward the carcass with a proprietary air. "The lion's share" they call it. Well, he was here to take his.I had heard lions growl before -- captive lions, circus lions, zoo lions that had all the survival needs driven out of them by endless days of pre-slaughtered slabs of horse flesh.. It was pure hedonism. But then there was the day I came home to find a stranger sitting at the kitchen table. He was James; an old friend of my father. My mother had never cared for him, but she was gone by this stage. With an income missing from the household my father decided to bring someone in as a lodger to cover the rent. He was tall, skinny with short brown hair and sharp eyes behind his glasses. He dressed a bit younger than my father, generally in jeans and a shirt. Handsome in a quiet. His mouth was dry, his lipschapped and peeled. He was thirsty as hell. As he looked around hisbedroom, he began to sniff, and them he jumped away from hisbed, repulsed as he realized that he had been sleeping in a pile ofshit.It took him only a while longer, with the aid of his probing hand, tofind out that the shit was his own, and that he had both pissed andshitted himself during his sleep. Jimmy was a little put out at thethought of that, and more put out by his smell. Standing, he peeredout.