Page 4 of Broken Lines


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“Time’s up.”

The room goes still. My brow furrows.

Tell him!I can hear Becca slurring at me over drinks last night.Just fucking tell him about your mom! It’s your foot in the door!

Chuck sighs, and his eyes actually drag up from my tits to my eyes.

“Well, Melody,” he smiles thinly. “It’s been fun. And look, good luck. But…” he lifts a shoulder. “I think we’re good on—”

“My mother is Judy Blue.”

I blurt the words out like it’s one long word. Or one long swear. Chuck frowns.

“What?”

“Judy Blue,” I repeat. “She’s my mom.”

He stares at me, his brow furrowed.

“TheJudy Blue.”

I nod. He grins widely, lightbulbs and perhaps dollar signs flashing in his eyes.

“JudyfuckingBlue, like…likeTHEJudy Blue-Eyes? The groupie?”

I groan to myself.

“Yep.”

“Why onearthwould you not tell people that?!” He grins, staring at me. “Holy shit, I had like three copies of her issue when she was a centerfold!”

Yeah,thatwould be why I don’t tell people.

Hi, nice to meet you. There’s a not zero percent chance that you’ve seen my mom’s labia printed in high definition in a Playboy centerfold.

“This is huge!”

Suddenly, his eyes go wide.

“Oh,fuckyeah! That’s our story!”

Fuck fuck fuck.

“I—I don’t think a story on my mom—”

“Oh, fuck no.”

His brow furrows.

“No, I’m not printing another whiney nostalgic cash grab from yet another star-fucker like your mom. No. Hell no.”

I frown curiously.

“So….”

Chuck lifts a brow.

“You don’t know where I’m going with this?”

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