You want an alimony chèque ?

Chapter 62: You want a big fat chèque of alimony.

In the city of B (Boston), the crowd of over two hundred grew wide as the blonde bombshell triple-threat artist took to the stage, singing and dancing to her catchy tunes.

Amongst the crowd in the first row, wearing a baseball cap and a fan art t-shirt of the artist to blend in, Trixson inquired, trying so little to hide her irritation. "Why did you ask me to meet you at a Taylor Swift concert?"

"I like her music. She is going to sing 'midnights' next," April answered cheerfully, moving her hips and arms sideways to the edgy beat of the song.

"Uh...we need to talk somewhere...less loud," Trixson had to scream the words out to ensure April, who was so engrossed, could hear her.

Trix hated live music. She could never believe that these musicians could sing so smoothly without actually lip-syncing. She would say, "Singing and dancing without panting for air or looking tired for three hours straight? I don't think s