Rock and Roll Never Forgets (The Rock and Roll Trilogy) by Barbara Stewart Read Free Book Online Page A

narrow streets lined with beautiful Bougainvillea in full color. Houses were small cottages painted pretty pastel colors, Andy’s was yellow. There were no hotels and hardly any restaurants .
    “ Laid back and local” is how Andy described it all. They strolled hand in hand and checked out what was in walking distance. After they had been out and about for a while, they returned to the cottage for some wonderful seafood chowder that Edwina left to heat up.
    “Conch chowder,” he said, and added, “It’s just one of her specialties.”
    After lunch they took the car for a quick trip around Rock Sound. At times they parked and walked. There were little churches, beautiful architecture, and everywhere they stopped chickens ran wild. It was all unique and interesting.
     
    August 4, 1978 ~ Out and about, we came across a lovely old-woman making straw hats on her porch. Andy chose one for me, and the woman told him he was a lucky man to be “ a ’ sharin ’ your time with such a beautiful woman, now!” Her accent was sing-songy and lovely. Later we met the artist who painted the pictures in the cottage. I picked out a small painting of a yellow hibiscus to take home. It was vibrant and beautiful, a wonderful treasure to always remember my time on the island.
     
    They ran into Edwina out buying fresh Bahamian bread and pineapples. Andy shared more of the history of the island with Beth as the explored.
    “In the 1800s there were many pineapple plantations on the island, they are still grown in Gregory Town, an area north of here.” And when they came across the markets where fishermen were hauling in their fresh catch, Andy commented, “The grouper here is the finest I’ve ever tasted.”
     
    They returned to the cottage, deciding to save some of the sights for the next day. As they drove Andy explained, “Most of the little eating establishments close early so they can go home and be with their families, some are actually in their homes.” He spotted one that he wanted to visit, a favorite of his, and they stopped in to ask about dinner. The owner came to Andy and hugged him.
    “Hello Miss Issie! This is Bethy and I want her to taste some of that good fried grouper that you always fix for me. Are you cooking it tonight?” he asked, giving her an extra squeeze.
    “For you,” she said . “Charmer,” she said to Beth, and they shared a laugh. “Dinner is at 5:30, no later.”
    They returned to the cottage to relax and freshen up before dinner. Miss Issie’s place was only a short walk away, and they strolled hand in hand. They enjoyed more of the conch chowder, and an incredible fried grouper dish served with pigeon peas and rice. After the meal Miss Issie appeared with a luscious lemon pie.
    “I know you like this,” she said. “I made it just for you.” Full and happy, Andy and Beth made room for a piece of pie.
    Back a t the cottage after their meal, Andy dragged two lounge chairs close to the water. Sound Point is a strip of land with beach access to the west and Rock Sound to the east. He turned the lounge chairs to face the west. “I’ll be right back,” he said, as Beth stretched out on the chair. He was gone for just a few minutes and returned with a big, silly grin on his face. He sat down with one of the coconut halves filled with some of the coconut that he had chunked into bite size pieces.
    “Taste this,” he told her, and put a chunk in her mouth.
    “Wow! That’s potent!” The coconut had soaked in the rum all day. Beth laughed, as rum ran down her chin. Andy quickly leaned in for what she thought would be a kiss but he licked the rum off her chin instead, making them both laugh.
    He pulled his chair against hers and stretched out. Taking her hand in his he told her, “ Get ready for the show,” and they experienced the most amazing sunset. Both the view and the company were incredible.
    Wrapped in each other’s arms , later, Andy’s fingers gently caressed her back. Kisses were