My husband has a music gig tomorrow night and he’s been practicing a lot. It’s great…you can’t beat live music, and he’s good (I married him for his music). The other day, he said to me, “Can you get on that Facebook thingie or Tweeter or whatever and ask if anyone here on the island has a tambourine I can use in my gig.” So I did (and I found one – thanks K.G. & Wild Iris).

However, after he asked, we had a strange conversation. It went like this:

Me: Doesn’t Kathy have a tambourine? She used one in one of your gigs together.

Him: She did? I don’t think so.

Me: Yes. Definitely. Or was it Chelsea? Are you sure we don’t have a tambourine.

Him: We don’t have one.

Me (getting slightly insistent because I like to be right I remember this so clearly): But I’m sure there was that one time when you were doing a gig with someone…a woman…Kathy or Chelsea…and you gave her a tambourine to use.

Him: I’ve never had a tambourine.

Me: Okay…but I’m sure someone has used one with you. I remember.

I let it drop then, certain I would eventually recall the exact scenario and then I would produce our tambourine from some drawer or something and be able to say, “See? The Wife is always right!”

So this morning…in that state between sleep and coffee…it hit me. This is what I was thinking of. A scene from my Work In Progress, KEEP THE FAITH.

“Well…Becca’s just standing there a lot of the time,” Daddy said. “I know she’s singing and you don’t want to add some two-bit dance steps or anything but…wait here.”

He got up and went into his office.

“This is great!” Becca said. “I can’t believe we didn’t think to ask him for help before.”

“Yeah. I just wished he’d offered his expertise two weeks ago,” I said.

“Here, try this,” Daddy handed Becca a tambourine. “It’ll make you look a bit more musical and add something to your songs too. We can work out how to use it best in a minute.”

Becca shook the tambourine happily. “What a great idea!”

 Okay…so the wife is not always right. Just most of the time. In my defense, the character of Daddy is pretty much my husband…so it’s almost like it really happened!