“Have you asked her?”
“No.”
“You have to ask her.”
Hannah grabbed his arm. “But wait, it has to be good! You can’t just go up to her and ask her to make babies with you!”
“Right. What do you think I should do?”
“Something you hate! Something she knows you hate, but you’ll do it for her because you love her so much!” She gasped. “I know just the perfect thing!”
CHAPTER 10
"Are you sure aboutthis?" Zoe asked Courtney.
"I'm positive," Courtney said.
Zoe's suspicions grew the moment she walked into the club and saw her mom and grandmother standing near the stage. Zoe had never known her mom to leave the house without her makeup expertly done. Heaven forbid anyone should see her without her cat-eye eyeliner. Courtney had inherited her mom's ironing-board build, but Mom had long ago fleshed out her figure with a boob job. Swaying to the music, she looked like a teenager, as long as you didn't catch a glimpse of the crepe on her neck.
Laurel and Hannah ducked behind the curtain.
"What are the girls doing here?" Zoe asked.
Courtney put her arm around Zoe's waist. "Special occasion. We got permission from Jose at the bar.”
"I'm not singing," Zoe insisted, lingering beneath the exit sign.
Courtney grabbed her arm and pulled her into a chair. "We'll see about that."
"There's nothing you can say or do that will make me sing," Zoe said.
Courtney gave her a secretive smile and pushed Zoe into a seat between Mom and Grandma.
The lights faded to black then slowly came on, revealing a lone man on the stage, turned away from the audience, showing off his exceptionally fine backside. As the music began, he spun around. Ethan, looking like a young Paul McCartney and dressed in tight jeans, a white button-down shirt and skinny tie, began to sing “Can’t Buy Me Love” by the Beatles.
When it came time for the chorus, he beckoned to the audience, asking them to join in.
