If Wishes Were Horses by Morgenroth Barbara

Author:Morgenroth, Barbara [Morgenroth, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: DashingBooks
Published: 2013-12-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

“Don’t call me babe.”

“You’ll always be my little girl,” my father said.

“There’s nothing I can do about that unless you want to take back your DNA,” I replied.

I wouldn’t be opposed to that and was glad he called because it reminded me how furious I was with him.

“I just wanted to tell you what to say tonight.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s your first time on television. There will be lights and cameras. It might be hard to hear what’s transpiring in the New York studio. I just wanted to go over what you need to get across. It’s important to book sales.”

I tapped on the phone hard. “Are you still there? I’m having trouble hearing you.”

“Cap, are you losing your connection?”

I lost that long ago. “I can’t hear you.”

“Just say I was such a loving father.”

“I can’t tell if you’re still there,” I said. He never had been emotionally connected. My entire life, where he was concerned, was a sham. A lie.

“Caprice?”

“Hanging up now.” I clicked the phone off and used a couple words not often in my vocabulary.

“That wasn’t your favorite person, I gather,” the hairdresser said as she covered my eyes and blasted me with hair spray.

“Not quite. It was my father.”

The makeup woman and the hairdresser looked at each other in the mirror.

“This should be a fun show,” one said.

Practically pulled from the chair, I was rushed down a corridor, followed by Emma and Genie. Then I was pushed into another chair in front of a bank of small television screens. A microphone was clipped to my shirt by a young man in a tee shirt. He smiled. “This is not a fate worse than death.”

“Tell me that again if I survive,” I replied.

“You’ll be fine. There’s no audience, just me and the studio crew. We’re on your side.”

“That’s what you think. Hold off on making a judgment until you hear my side.”

“Just speak normally, like you’re doing now.”

“There’s no normal. There’s just unending crisis mode.”

“You’re funny,” he replied.

“My father’s a bigamist,” I said.

He laughed apparently thinking I made a joke. I had no idea in what context that could be perceived as amusing but maybe it was my delivery.

“Really. He had a complete second family.”

The audio technician stopped laughing. “Wow.”

“Yeah. Wow.”

“Good luck now and later. When the red light on top of the camera lights up, that means you’re on.”

I shouldn’t be here. “Can I get up and leave?” I thought I could make it to the door and outside without much trouble but it would have to be this instant or not at all.

He laughed again.

I had a future in show business—as a comic.

“Watch this monitor, you’ll see the show as it airs,” he said and disappeared into the darkness.

“Give him hell, Cap,” Emma called.

“Shh,” Genie replied.

In a few moments, the show began in New York. As with all of them, there was music then Howard Sharpe welcomed the audience and promised a terrific program so everyone was harangued to stay tuned.

I’d never seen the show before. Sharpe looked to be about my father’s age but with a decent haircut and a good suit.

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