– Honey, would you like to go to Jacob’s concert?
– Sure. What kind of music does he make?
Faith thought a jacuzzi might calm down her overly excited daughter.
– I like this, mum!
– Glad to hear it.
The relaxing effects of the jacuzzi didn’t seem to work on Penelope who splashed happily around.
– Will you stop that?!
– But it tickles!
– Geez, you’re impossible…
– You’re the one who should relax, mum. You look tense.
– If you ever meet the man of your life, never let your pride get in-between. Got that, daughter of mine?
– Why are you saying that mum?
“You’ll hopefully understand when you get older.”
On his part, Jacob signed autographs…
… and rehearsed for the concert that would take place the same night.
Faith came to see him in his dressing room.
– Where’s Penelope?
– In the audience. Good luck, and thanks for the tickets.
He suddenly leaned forward and whispered in her ear: “I miss you sometimes too, but… What happened last night stays between us, right?” She nodded silently.
– It’s showtime, Faith. You’re staying here?
– I’m going to watch from the side for a little bit.
– As you wish.
She watched him from the sideline until her heart had stopped racing, then joined her daughter in the crowd.
She took a walk with Penelope on the way back to the hotel. “Wow… So many lights.”
“Mom… That Jacob… You kissed him last night, right?”
– Gzyzncbajfhgrw… ! You were spying on us?!
– That’s alright. I won’t tell dad.
– That was just… nostalgia, really. It won’t happen again.
– He was the man of your life, wasn’t he? And your pride got in-between or something.
– Well… yes, but this was a long time ago.
– See? I listen to you sometimes!