Tobacco Road

Lacey has decided she doesn’t like the original rock music. It’s jarring to her. She respects it as art. But to her it’s all sex, poetry and protest…but not much music.

She respects the people…and the art…but it’s not her idea of good music.

Indie music is different. It’s about rage.

“Boy, it must be funny somehow being both the child and the parent to the Boomers.” says Harold. “If you are, of course.”

“Yes. It is, if I am.”

“What happened in Penzance if it wasn’t me?” asks Lem.

“Lem, why do you care?” asks Lacey seriously. Sincerely.

He laughs.

In a separate place, Jack cries about his childhood.

“What happened in Penzance.” says Michael.

“I was there with my ex-husband. In England for about a month in the summer of 2012. We rented a car and drove in circles.

At one point we stayed in Penzance.

…That night we slept in a house from the 1500’s or so? 1600’s? And the pub in town is where we ate. The food was…Heavenly.

It was ten years ago, of course.

I got a little intoxicated. We walked back to the bed and breakfast, and we started talking about the past.

And…we started fighting.

We fought for hours.

And late into the night…exhausted…we sat miserable. And I was determined to find out the truth about how my ex really felt about me. Whether or not he truly loved me.

…And it was a disaster.

By early morning I was desperate. Determined but desperate.

So I prayed to God for a sign of my husband’s innocence. Because the fight was essentially over his honesty in our relationship. And the sign I prayed to receive was for my ex-husband to make a pass at me, tell me he loved me and thereby end the fight.

…From too far away I suddenly felt him come on to me. Like his actual hand. Except, it wasn’t his personality and it didn’t quite feel like his hand either, actually. And moments before it happened an image of Joe Jr. flashed through my mind. Randomly.

I was baffled by all of it. I hadn’t thought of Joe Jr. for a long while. My mind may have wandered to that time period in history…

‘Mark? Did you just just touch me?!’ I asked calmly.

‘No.’ he also replied calmly.

I was saddened at first, because I’d rationally hoped it was somehow still him. But then I felt fuzzy in my head, like I was drifting. I had spent possibly hours praying… And the room had started to feel…odd. …Mark had seen weird lights dancing around my head and not said anything.

Looking back I felt like I was pulled back in time. Like the way a strong wind feels when it tugs on you. But it was entirely in my spirit?

The thing is…there’s no way it could have been Mark. And I physically felt it. It wasn’t like an apparition was touching me in the way some would imagine it. It wasn’t…like pouf and it was gone. It was…like an actual living human male hand had touched me. It wasn’t a tap. It felt like…a real touch. It took at least several seconds…

So we packed our things, got out of the room and slept in our car.

And that was the end of the fight too.”

“That was the end of your marriage.” says Lem.

“How do you see that?” says Lacey.

“He gave you what you wanted when Mark couldn’t.” says Lem.


“I didn’t need to say that so-I’m sterilizing it. Or no-I’m berating you?” asks Lem.

“Yes. Lem, you weren’t there. And I was trying to find love.” says Lacey.

“You barely knew I exist.” he says.


“But why?!”

“Because you-“

“I already know.” he answers in agitation.

“Well, I wonder if that is why my marriage died though? Interesting. And you know, I’m really not one to cheat. So there was no way I’d have figured out how awful it was in that way otherwise.”

Lem cries.

“I wonder what that did?” says Michael.

“Are you sure it was you?” asks Lacey.

“I want you to repost the one about me.” says Orson Wells.

“I will.” says Lacey.

“He’s hitting on you, Lacey.” says Lem.

“No, he isn’t!” she says with a sweet but dismissive smile.

“No, he is.” he says.

“But he has to know that it won’t work.” says Lacey.

“It was me.” says Michael.

“How did you manage to do that? Was it the location? The prayers?” asks Lacey.

“Ask God in Heaven for a real answer.” says Orson Wells.

“I’m not saying she has no willpower but asking her to resist one of the four of us is futile if you leave her out all night unlocked with the keys in the car.” says Michael.

Lem nods.