If I’d never met a woman like you
The song went down well with the customers who were asking for more but Bobby was hungry and wanted his dinner.
“You could easily make a livin’ from singing you know.’
“Its okay I’m happy driving’ around at the moment Jane.’
Bobby sat down and was eating his dinner when three young girls came and asked if he would give them his autograph.
Bobby laughed and signed the books that the girls had brought over.’
He then poured a cup of tea then sipped away on it.’
Jane came over and sat with Bobby for a while; she smoked a cigarette and asked him if he was going to stay over tonight.
“I can’t Jane sorry, my father died and I’m going back for the funeral.’
“Oh I’m sorry Bob; he couldn’t have been that old.’
“He was fifty two.’
“No age really; people are living far longer these days.’
“None knows when their time is up.’
“Bloody good job we don’t isn’t it.’
“I guess you’re right on that one.’
“Will you call in after the funeral I could use some company.’
“I might just do that.’
Bobby got up and picked up his guitar case.’
Jane kissed him before he made his way to the door.
The women in the café sitting near the door let out a whistle as he left.
“Who is that guy they asked? He’s got looks to die for and when he sings it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.’
“Jane smiled then took the plates into the kitchen. When she came out again she told the girls that his name was Bobby Wray.’
“Is he American?’
“Hell no he’s a Geordie from Newcastle.’
“Well I think we will be hearing a lot more of Bobby Wray in the future.’
Somehow Jane knew that the women were right as she watched Bobby’s truck pull out of the car park.
Bobby placed his hat back on the peg then turned on the pre recorded cassette again and this time the sound of Easton Corbin was singing “I can’t love you back” he felt that way towards his mother for a long time. He wondered what she would think of him now that he was a man.’ Nearly eleven years had passed since he last saw her.’ He avoided the North East like the plague and tried to take other work further away rather than drive near his home town.
He dropped down the gears as neared a roundabout then took the left exit that would take him to Newcastle.
His sister was putting him up in her house on Verne Road until the funeral was over.
She had done most of the organising and had Turnbulls Funeral Directors of North Shields take care of everything. Her father’s Bank accounts and Insurance policies had to be done by Bobby as Judith was not his wife. She didn’t want Bobby to think that he had been excluded so left that for him to do.