Sky’s solo performances were really in demand, and it led her to be away from the home at some unusual times.
When she found herself with an early morning gig over breakfast, the younger Samples had to fend for themselves. With mixed results.
It turned out that Sawyer was better with the microwave than Abby was with the stove.
The maid seemed appreciative of Abby’s handiwork.
Which would have been nice, except she wasn’t on break.
Abby invited her boyfriend Dion out to see one of her Mom’s performances at a frontier-themed club called Hillbilly Harry’s.
Sawyer irradiated a butterfly.
And was delighted with the results.
Dion picked Abby up at her door, just as she’d asked him to do, and took them both to Hillbilly Harry’s Frontier Club.
“I just can’t wait for you to see Mama perform!” Abby said. “She’s such an inspiration to me.”
“Don’t you think it will be kind of loud?” Dion asked.
“Well, yes,” Abby said. “That’s the point, isn’t it?”
“That’s Mama!” Abby said. “We have to hurry to get a good place. Mama has so many fans we could be crowded out.” She turned and hurried into the club.
“Isn’t she amazing?” Abby said breathlessly as Sky took her encore, raising her voice above the cheering fans. “I can only hope that I’ll have half the stage presence when I get a chance to act professionally. She’s such an inspiration. Don’t you think so, Dion?”
“Dion?”
It turned out that Dion had found an entirely different way to pass the time.
Alarmed and insulted, Abby flitted around the club looking for her date. She eventually found him in the arcade corner, playing Caveman Dino Invasion 3.

“Oh, hi Abby,” Dion said, dropping the game immediately. “Don’t be sore. It just got so loud in there, and it’s really not my kind of music.”
“I kind of tried to,” Dion admitted. “It was just, you know, loud. And you were having such a good time watching your mom. I figured we could talk after. I, mean, it’s no big deal, right? I had a good time, and so did you. We don’t have to like all the same stuff to be a couple.”
He offered an apologetic, lopsided, adorable smile, and Abby for once was at a loss for words.
Dylan’s date went a little more smoothly.
After returning home from dinner and independent film showing, they just lingered out in the snow, gazing into each other’s eyes. The next words ought to be goodbye, but neither of them could bring themselves to say it, so they said nothing.
Andria at last fell into Dylan’s arms. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me since Dad died,” she whispered in his ear. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Dylan held her close. “You make every day brighter than the one before,” he said. “I can’t imagine how dark my world would be without you.”
“You’re an amazing man,” Andria said. “You treat me like a fairytale princess.”
Dylan chuckled, blushing. “You make me feel like a fairy tale prince.”
Andria sighed. “Have you ever wished upon a star?”
“No, but I guess this would be an appropriate moment.”
Andria leaned her head on his shoulder. “Don’t tell,” she said, “or it won’t come true.”
“Grandma!” Sawyer said. “I want to know everything about death. What does it feel like? Is it preventable?”
Veronica Sample’s ghost merely smiled and waved, seeming to look right through her grandson.
Sky, safely away from her fans, couldn’t help but giggle. “I know! Isn’t it amazing.”
“Not half as amazing as you are,” Xia replied.
“I think we should take this upstairs,” Sky answered huskily.
“At the risk of ruining the moment,” Sky added as they made their way to the bedroom. “Do you know what tomorrow is?”
“Dylan’s birthday,” Xia answered promptly. “I do actually track what’s going on with your kids.”
“My baby’s going to be a grown man,” Sky whimpered. “That makes me officially old.”
Xia shrugged and gave Sky a wicked look. “There’s nothing we can do about it except be really embarrassing old women.”
“All right then,” Sky replied. “Let’s get started on that.”
And they did.
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This is Sky’s last post as the patroness of this legacy. The next post begins Dylan’s reign. It’s always sad and exciting to pass the torch.
Turns out there’s no option to watch a Showtime performance WITH someone. Dion never considered watching the performance like *everyone else* on the lot. He just wandered around the club alone doing other stuff. Then when the date ended, I got this notification:
Buh. Guess Dion knows how to make his own fun.