I sighed. “Sure.” I turned to Jacob and Brody. “Brody, have fun tonight. Be safe. I’ll see you in the morning. And Jacob…” I wasn’t sure what to say. “I guess I’ll see you in a couple hours.”
“Oh?” Robert asked.
“Yes, Jacob and his date are also going to the dance tonight.”
Robert’s face lit up. “Oh, so you’re seeing someone, too?”
“In a manner of speaking,” Jacob said.
“Then I guess we’ll see you out on the dance floor,” Robert said. “Nothing I love more than dancing.”
I grimaced. “Is that so?”
Is this what the girls meant when they said my third date would sweep me off my feet?
“Don’t you dance?” Robert asked.
“I haven’t been dancing in years,” I said honestly.
“It’s like riding a bike,” Robert assured me as he led me out the door. “You’ll have no problem keeping up.”
***
“Don’t you look nice,” Mom said.
I glanced up from the table where I sat, waiting for Robert to return with our drinks. Mom, Mimi, Gilda, and Ingrid all grinned down at me.
“And what of your date?” Gilda demanded. “You like him, right? He’s a pretty good specimen of eye candy.”
I shuddered. “What were you thinking? Did you seriously think Robert Footman and I would make a great couple?”
Mimi shrugged. “I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed.”
“You wouldn’t kickanyman out of your bed,” Gilda countered. “Everyone knows what a slut you are.”
“Dang right!” Mimi said.
“I wouldn’t mind clubbing him over the head,” Ingrid added, “and dragging him back to my lair to have my way with him.”
Just don’t drag him by the hair!
“You keep having such high standards,” Mimi said, “and you’re gonna end up alone.”
Mom smiled. “Monica can afford to be picky. Can’t you, baby?”
“Maybe if you give us another chance,” Gilda said, “we can find three more guys willing to give you a go.”
“No, thanks,” I growled. “That’s a hard pass from me.”
Mimi shrugged. “More men for us then, right ladies?”
They all laughed.
“Look,” Mom said, “Here come the boys.”
Sheriff Cryer, Judge Thurgood, and Frank Carson strode over to where we were gathered around the table. They were dressed in slacks, dress shirts, and what little hair they had left was slicked down.
“Don’t you ladies look lovely,” Sheriff Cryer said as he gave Mom a peck on the cheek.
