Chapter Six
Over the weekend I couldn’t stop thinking about how Jennifer described Gayline. I wish I had seen or heard for myself the outrageous behavior she claimed was in store. Part of me could imagine Marly going beyond the pale; her edgy humor was glib and irreverent. Had I merely glimpsed the tip of the iceberg? If so, would there be a titanic collision? Would I be among the casualties? I didn’t want to embarrass Jennifer, but I also recognized that being a parent of a teenager was itself sufficient cause.
I had left the home I loved and returned to the working world reluctantly. On the other hand, I had been presented with an unusual opportunity. Being in the studio was a kick. Marly needed me and made an effort to tell me that what I did helped manage her show. To quit for no rea
