The music was kicking. The trumpets were honking through the phonograph. Mrs. Longhorn felt the melodies cruising through her blood as she danced with animal-esque enthusiasm.
Mortimer stood awkwardly, his mustache twitching involuntarily as she pressed her finger against his nose and danced in circles in front of him.
More guests began to join them on the dance floor, each moving with a combination of vigor and passion. Some climbed on tables, others were spinning and dipping on the carpeted lounge floors.
“Whoo! Wee!” Bobby Sue punched Jeb in the left cheek. His head recoiled backward.
WhooWee
“Oh baby, that’s what I’m talking ‘bout!” He crooned joyfully, then he grabbed her ample hips and started to swivel his body like a spinning top. “Yeehaw!”
Yeehaw
The other dancers shri
