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The whole rest of the evening and night, I text a storm back and forth with Jimmy He was invited over to his brother’s for dinner, then discovered it was an a to be healed for the big Spruce Ball—and also whether his dance would be a sexy solo or romantic duet

“I guess I need to keep offis too slow and I suggest we talk on the phone “The fate of the whole town of Spruce depends on it, according to Mr Billy Tucker-Strong, unofficial dance coordinator”

I laugh and shakeout the ondering if he can see the sa at “So which is it, then?”

Jirunts “Hmm?”

“Solo? … Or duet?”

He hears the innuendo in -as-fuck a certain someone wants to be”

“You s aren’tAt least not like yours are”

“All legs areYou don’t even have to learn how Just put on the right music and start movin’ your tush”

That makes me smile

I guess he’s got a point there

“The second you pull me up there to dance with you, Jimmy, there won’t be a question any on between us”

“So?” Jimmy snorts “Haven’t they been thinkin’ that ever since I took you to prom? Let them think what they want”

I can i all the folk of Spruce whisper and gasp, then talk about it for days on end after the big dance is long over What a totally Ji your ho about you for weeks after you’ve run off back to college

“Hey, Bobby?”

We’ve been talking awhile It’s al My TV is shut off, the house is silent, and I’ my eyes open

“Yeah, Jimmy?”

“Do you ever wonder …” His voice is croaky and low, sleep’s heavy fingers having a hold on him, too “… what your life would be like if you, like … made different choices?”