DANCE OF THE BLUE LADYTimothy Shaw winced when his mother said, “Goodbye, Timmy, I’ll see you at lunch.” Timmy was really a little boy’s nickname, but Tim was thirty years old now. Today, he didn’t complain, though, as he slipped out the front door. His mom had been sick lately, and Uncle Liam was here to drive her over to see the doctor in Jackson.
Tim paused outside the door and listened for a moment as they talked. Earlier they’d been whispering loudly back and forth, as Tim had dressed for work in his room. Uncle Liam was always pretty bossy. He liked to give everyone advice, including Tim’s mother. That’s what he seemed to be doing this morning.
“Kathleen, the boy is a man now. It’s past time to discuss his future—”
“Can’t it wait?”
“No, we need to make some decisions, just in cas
