Savannah
I need you to do me a favour.
Can you learn how to dance before my wedding? I don’t want you to embarrass me.
I roll my eyes. That’s Savvy for you. Bossy despite being the middle child—or maybebecauseshe’s the middle child—and cudgelling everyone around her into doing things for her.
Still, she’s my sister, and I love her. Even if she is making me learn to dance. The only class I skipped in freshman year was gym, when we had our dance unit. I hadn’t hit my growth spurt yet and all the girls were half a head taller than me, plus I had glasses and braces. I’ve since petitioned my mother countless times to remove my high school pictures from the walls, but she refuses to.
So, I text her back.
London
Fine. Do I have to choreograph a dance with one of your bridesmaids?
Savannah
No. Thank God.
I swear, sometimes my sister still treats me like we’re in high school and I’m her embarrassing younger brother.
Sighing, I try to figure out who can teach me to dance. Maybe I can watch a YouTube tutorial and waltz around my apartment with a bag of golf clubs.
Wait, what am I thinking?
Gloria knows how to dance.
I’ve seen her dance at an office party, and she was good. Surely, it couldn’t be that hard for her to teach me?
I text her.
London
Can you teach me how to dance for my sister’s wedding in October?
Gloria
I think your skills might require more time than that.
London
Hey!What skills?
Gloria
Exactly. But yes, I’ll help you.
In exchange for a favour…
London
What favour? Do I have to sell my nonexistent firstborn?
Gloria
I don’t want your first pet cat.
How about you show up at my next bad date instead?