more pauses

Things have stopped again. I have to read my old draft quickly before I can continue. Meh meh meh!

One thing I've discovered--the hero's brother is always making up songs on his ukulele. I'll have to work them into the new draft. Here's one:

“Ohhhh,” Green started to sing, giving the uke a dramatic strum, “out here on my owwwwn. That’s the life of a chaperooone. Sometimes I get lonely, wish I had a one-and-only, but that’s the life of a chaperone!”