The Song of David

“Count me in,” Mikey agreed.

“I’ll drive.” Axel took out his phone as if the decision was made and reservations were in order.

“I gotta tell Millie,” I sighed.

“What you gonna tell her, Moses?” Andy asked.

“Maybe we should go, see what’s up, before you say anything,” Axel suggested. His face was creased with concern and his big arms were folded across his chest. I had noticed that Axel was pretty protective of Millie, and Henry too, and I was pretty sure all the guys were thinking what I was thinking. Tag had run out on Millie. For whatever reason, he’d split, and now I had to tell her.

I shook my head slowly. “No, I can’t do that. I have to tell her we found him.”

Axel shook his head adamantly, like he couldn’t believe any of it, and the rest of the guys kept their eyes trained on the floor.

My phone bleeped, indicating a text message, and I glanced down at it.



Georgia: Call me.



“Give me a second, guys,” I said, excusing myself. Georgia picked up on the first ring.

“Moses?” Georgia’s voice was tight.

“Yeah?”

“I think we know why he left. Come back to Millie’s. You need to hear this for yourself.”





I AWOKE TO a killer headache and a sense of well-being that completely belied the pain. Millie had let me sleep, though she’d gotten up with Henry for school and had been awake for hours, just waiting for me to roll out of bed. I liked the way it felt, coming awake in Millie’s bed, listening for her in the house. I thought of the ring in my glove box and wondered if today wasn’t as good a day as any to extend an official invitation to join Tag Team.

I staggered into her bathroom, considering how I would pop the question. One look at my reflection—both eyes black, my head swollen and ugly, the stitches across my forehead garish and spikey—and I decided it could wait until I felt a little better.

After a few kisses, a couple of pain killers, and a pile of fluffy eggs that Millie had expertly prepared, I was finally ready to start my workday, though it was almost noon. Millie had a full day too, and we parted at her front door, Millie going one way, me going another. She didn’t want me to drive her to the blind center. She wanted to walk. Surprise, surprise. So I watched her walk away, enjoying the view enormously.

Millie didn’t drag her stick from side to side when she walked. She tapped it, rapping it against the concrete, left foot forward, stick goes right. Right foot forward, stick goes left. Click, clack, click, clack. Maybe it was the dancer in her, but she liked creating a rhythm when she walked. Sometimes she bobbed her head, and wiggled her hips, even though anyone looking on would probably wonder at the blind girl shaking her butt to the rhythm of her walking stick. But she said she couldn’t see them staring, she couldn’t see them laughing, so she didn’t care. Perks of being a blind girl.

“Hey, Silly Millie!” I called after her.

She stopped and turned around.

“Yeah, big guy?”

“What song you dancin’ to?”

“It’s a new one. Maybe you’ve heard it. It’s called ‘Nothing Rhymes with David.’”

I threw back my head, laughing at her quick wit and bellowing the song I’d composed the night before as she continued on her way. “I love the way you smell so fruity, I love the way you shake your booty!”

“That’s the song!” she called out and wiggled a little more as she waved and continued down the sidewalk. My phone vibrated in my back pocket, and I answered it, still laughing at my girl.

“Mr. Taggert, this is Doctor Stein at LDS hospital. I had a chance to look over your MRI test results with radiology.”

“Don’t tell me. My brain is abnormally small,” I teased, my mind not really on the conversation at all, but on Millie’s retreating form. She made it hard for me to concentrate on anything else.

The doctor didn’t laugh. That should have been my first clue. That and the fact that I’d left the hospital less than eight hours before and he was calling me himself. But in that moment, the moment before the news left the doctor’s lips and my eyes left Millie, I was completely, perfectly happy. Life isn’t perfect, people aren’t perfect, but there are moments that are. And that was one of them. That moment was a bright red balloon filled with anticipation of what life would bring, of Millie and me and a million tomorrows. And then it ended. It popped with a loud crack, and the rubbery remnants of my perfect moment lay at my feet.

“I would like you to come back in. I want to run another test, focusing on the area of concern. There are some abnormalities, a shadow that needs some further investigation. This is not my area of expertise, so I’ve consulted a specialist, and he is actually available this afternoon. Could you come in an hour?”