“It’s okay. We got a chance to ad-ver-tise Skeeter’s Hillbilly Moonshine.” Jolene flashed her QR code, aka thigh, again.
“There you have it folks. If you’re hankering for a swig of moonshine, check out Skeeters,” Donovan said.
Jolene darted across the stage and grabbed his microphone. “Skeeter’s in Hickory Holler, Tennessee.”
Donovan snatched the microphone from her hand and shot Jolene a warning look. “By applause, you, the audience, will vote for the improv champs.” He ushered the Garden Girls and family of four to the stage.
“Are the Garden Girls our Unsinkable Melodies champs?”
Loud applause ensued.
“Or is it our family of four?”
More applause.
“It’s close. Let’s try again.” Donovan asked for a second round of applause before calling it a tie. “We have some talented passengers on board.”
Skeeter and Jolene joined them for a final bow before the curtain call.
Meanwhile, Millie stood in the back, clapping right along with them. Skeeter and Jolene were pure gold entertainment, but not in the way she’d envisioned…not by a longshot.
Chapter 24
Gloria wiggled into a sitting position, grinning from ear to ear. Her shoulders shook, and she doubled over in laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Ruth frowned.
“You’re thinking about what happened last night during the Unsinkable Melodies,” Lucy guessed.
Margaret adjusted her sunglasses. “Who tattoos a QR code on their thigh?”
“Jolene, with Skeeter’s approval. What’s the name of the moonshine company?” Lucy asked.
“Skeeter’s Hillbilly Moonshine.”
Lucy tapped her cell phone screen. “I found it. Those two aren’t shy.”
“Not one iota.” Millie glanced at her phone, chuckling at the picture of Skeeter and his bride, posing in front of an enormous vat of moonshine.
“I don’t know about the others, but I had a ball.” Ruth swung her legs over the side of her chair. “Check out the lighthouse.”
“Lighthouse?” Lucy perked up.
“Over there, around the bend.”
“I’ve had enough sun,” Gloria said. “Let’s wander yonder and check it out.”
Millie set her ereader in her lap. “I would love to go. Unfortunately, I need to head back to the ship.”
Liz turned up her nose. “I would rather bake in the sun than walk across parched land to look at a moldy old lighthouse.”
“I’m out,” Margaret said. “I’m content right where I am.”
“What about you, Dot?” Lucy asked.
“I’ll hang out here with Margaret and Liz. You three go on ahead.”
Millie began digging around in her beach bag. “Has anyone seen my lanyard and coin purse?”
