‘Yes, Madge. Mee and I like to work this way,’ replies Ellie, as Madge hands her back her poem.
‘And you intend to have a blog called “A Life Touched” on your website, you say? Which young Johnny here is going to build?’
‘Correct again, Madge,’ replies Ellie.
‘I must say you have a good idea of where you want to be with your music, young lady,’ says Madge, smiling at Ellie.
‘Yeah, we do, and Madge,’ Ellie gently pushes her poem back into the left front pocket of her jeans, ‘is it okay if I refer to your late husband as Steve and your son as Eddie from now on?’
‘Of course, you can, dear. After all, that is their names.’ replies Madge.
Madge is now really warming to the idea of Ellie using Steve’s comfy old chair, because it could well inspire her lyric writing, and because it could he
