Chapter 130

Andy grinned and waggled his eyebrows. “Wanna?”

“Oh, why not? I always envied Jeff and Debbie for going on adventures, might as well have one, right?” Scooter asked. Then, with a very mock-disdainful tone, he eyed Roni. “Does she dance?”

Oh, God. Andy put a hand over his eyes so he wouldn’t have to witness the carnage that Roni was undoubtedly going to unleash for that. “Well, now you’ve done it,” he sighed. “Now we haveto go.”

Roni rather crisply informed Scooter (and Andy, and probably the surrounding two blocks) that the St. Vincents practically inventeddancing and she was going to make him look like an idiot for even suggestingthat she not know how to dance, and Scooter had responded with a fucking Jane Austen quote. At which point the nearest five blocks heard Roni squealing that she’d found her new best friend and was never, ever letting him go back to Virginia, and come on, clothes, we must have new clothes, and better shoes and—