Chapter 13

“Speaking of work, this coming weekend, Saturday, we’re having a barbecue. It’s kind of an annual thing. Would you want to go with me?”

Lame.

“Sure, sounds like fun.”

Win snorted. “Oh, I am sure it won’t be. But I’d love it if you came, anyway.”

Randy smiled. “Okay.”

“So, I wanted to ask you about your dancing.”

“Oh?”

“Mostly stuff like, how did you get started? What kind of dancing do you do? I just realized I don’t know that much about it other than you went to New York.”

The waiter arrived with Randy’s side salad and Win’s clam chowder, then disappeared again.

“Well, basically when other boys were playing softball and soccer, I was taking ballet and contemporary dancing.” Randy forked a bite of salad. “Family was less than thrilled, but Grandma paid for it so there was little they could say about it.”

“That was nice of her.”