“No,” she admits. “But that’s because I don’t have anyone to go with, and I don’t want to go alone like some kind of loser. If you went…”
“Then you can be losers together,” Earnhart says. They’ve been dating so long she knows she can’t convince him to go.
“Shut up,” Jolene says, tossing a fry at him.
I sit up straight, knocking a ketchup packet out of the air as Earnhart fires back. “Do the Dolces play for Willow Heights?”
“Yeah,” Jolene says slowly. “Duh.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
“Really?” Jolene shrieks loud enough for people at several tables to turn our way.
I shrug. “Sure, why not?”
“Oh, my god. This is going to be epic.”
“If you say so.” I can’t help but smile. Jolene wants to be popular, but she was dealt a crap hand when it comes to that stuff. She lives in the trailer park on the edge of town, for one. At least I don’t care that I’m not popular. Honestly, it seems like a lot of effort. But I care about ending up on the internet, and if I can get those guys to erase that picture…
*
Phone Calls to New York
I’ll have to call you back
I’m interviewing the new cook
I had to let Marta go
She cooked the same thing twice
Can you believe?
She must not have much in her arsenal after all
Probably thought I wouldn’t notice.
It’s so hard to find good help these days.
I’ll have to call you back
When you’re not being so insolent
I told you I don’t want to talk about your sister
You know I can’t handle it
There’s a reason I didn’t go to the funeral
I don’t know why you insist on bringing it up
It’s like you’re rubbing it in my face.
I’ll have to call you back
When you’re done making up such outrageous tales
Do you know how upset your father’d be