The Monkey Parade

Skeletons are best left in the closet.

Is Betty about to uncover them?

I will protect them with my dear life.

We are all sitting in the lounge with Betty while her monkey parade is setting up their equipment.

"Betty, don't you think that this is too much? I mean, it is bad enough I am sitting in my blues for a small-town paper."

"Clayton, my boy, you are going to make this town famous."

"Oh god, Betty, please don't put this on that silly old Facebook page of yours. I am going to have a whole bunch of grannies drooling over me."

Mom bursts out in a hysterical laugh. "Clay! You just like your father now. You can't say things like that."

"I agree, Denice," I hear my father in his stern voice say.

"For once, we agree on something."

"No, Denice. I agree with Clay. It is pointless having an old bunch of women staring at him. We want the eyes that matters."

I turn my attention to my father" What eyes that matter,