‘Jeez!’ says Johnny; now it’s all starting to sink in.
Their faces are a picture, thinks Madge, looking at the trio as they sit enthralled by her story.
‘Yes, Eddie Ellis of Raggy Rock Records, that’s my boy,’ says Madge, as proud as any parent could be.
‘Eddie Ellis is your son, and he wants to hear our music, he wants to read my lyrics, and he’ll let me use his chair!’ says Ellie, still caught between cloud nine and disbelief.
‘That’s enough “ands” for now, young Ellie, but yes, Eddie Ellis is my son. Now, I think it’s time for another green tea break, don’t you? Then I have something else to tell you,’ says Madge, smiling at the trio before heading to her kitchen.
‘Something else to tell us?’ says Mee. ‘I don’t think my brain can take much more.’
Madge makes Ellie and the boys the
