“You busy writing songs or chasing women?” I ask my little brother. Grady chuckles. “Both. Listen…” My ears pick up the reluctance in his tone. It reminds me of when he was a little boy, and how he’d always get nervous asking me to play baseball with him. “You need something, kid?” “I’m gonna send someone your way.” “What kind of someone?” Grady hesitates. “Someone who needs help.” “Great. Just what I need,” I grumble, moving back to sit on the edge of the bed.
