We get YouTube going on the TV with some music videos to get us in the mood.
We try to choreograph a dance, but the more margaritas we have, the less cohesive it becomes.
Finally, we decide to wing it and just start recording and see what happens.
The first take is a mess. Honestly, the second and third are probably crap too, but the alcohol makes us think they’re brilliant.
On take four, I announce, “I have an idea! I’m going to do a backflip off the couch!”
You’d think one of my four older sisters would voice their concern.
Nope.
They all think it’s brilliant.
So, I climb on the back of the couch while Ronnie hits record on her phone. When the song hits a high point, I leap backwards. The trouble is that I don’t flip all the way over.
Instead, I fall to the ground while hearing a very loud crack.
Chapter forty-three
Careful
Beau
“What the hell happened?” I ask as I walk into urgent care to find Jo lying in the bed with a small sling on her arm.
She holds it up. “I sprained my wrist.”
“How did you sprain your wrist at girls’ night?”
Looking embarrassed, she replies, “I may have tried to do a backflip off the back of the couch.”
“Why?” That’s the only question I can think to ask.
“We were pretending to be the Spice Girls.”
“Okay, now I have even more questions.”
Before I can ask any of them, Jack and Liz walk in with their mom, Suzanne.
The matriarch of the family looks at me. “Beau, good to see you. I wish it was under better circumstances.”
“Hi, Suzanne,” I reply with a small nod.
Jo’s other sisters walk in, but upon seeing their mom, they attempt to turn right back around.
“Freeze!” Suzanne calls. She looks at all of them with their short dresses and heels. “Why do all of you look like you’re twenty-one, heading out to the club? You know what, I don’t even want to know. What Idowant to know is why you let your baby sister do something so bone headed.”
They all look back and forth at each other.
Ronnie finally speaks. “She said she could do it. We thought it would be good for the music video."
Suzanne raises an eyebrow. “Music video?”
They all fall silent again.
Suzanne says, “Here’s what’s going to happen. Jo, you’re going to go home with Beau. He’s going to make sure you don’t do anything else stupid. And I’m assuming that you’re not going to be much use to Jack at the shop with a sprained wrist, so you’ll come help out at the bar. Your dad and I have to go out of town this weekend, so you can hold down the fort.”
