“It’s a museum now.” Carole said.
“This is where all those great songs came from?” Harry asked.
“Yes, sweetie, we wrote most of them here.”
“Mama, why didn’t they ever acknowledge you?”
“Well, this business is cut-throat, and even though I wrote two hits for Dyn-Dyn , there was a complication.”
“Well, I think it stinks – you deserved your name on those songs – just as much as they did.”
Cal was sitting in the sunlit chair when they walked in the room.
“Hey Babe! I see you got my first check.”
“Cal, this is your son Harry.”