“What?” I said, still swinging my arms.
“You look like you’re fighting invisible bees,” she said.
“That’s the move!”
“That is not the move!”
The dance ended at eleven-thirty. The lights came up, the DJ played one last slow song, and the chaperones started herding everyone toward the doors.
When we finally walked out to the parking lot, Georgia was still laughing about the invisible bees.
“Okay,” I said as we reached Uncle Frank’s Buick. “I survived prom. Can you tell me what’s happening now?” ShopParty Decor
“There’s something Dad hasn’t announced at work yet,” she said.
“Please don’t keep me in suspense, Georgia. I have a weak heart.”
“You’re twenty.”
“I have a weak twenty-year-old heart.”
“He’s opening another location,” she said.
“Another warehouse?”
“In Westfield. He signed the lease in March. It’s going to open in the fall.” She paused. “And he needs someone to manage it.”
