I PULLED UP ON THE street, behind George’s car, to let him out.
“You going swing dancing again tonight?” I asked.
“Yeah, reckon I will.” George checked his watch. “Wanna car pool? Might as well save some fuel since my car’s already here.”
“Okay. I need to change first. Do you need anything?”
“Nah. I’m right like this.”
“You can wash up the pot while you wait, then.” I smirked.
He grinned back and followed me up to my unit. “Reckon Janice would want to try swing dancing? We could pick her up on the way.”
“Maybe.” What had I done? He couldn’t date Janice. Actually, he couldn’t date me. “I’ll text her.”
I grabbed my phone, left George in the kitchen and went to freshen up. I needed a shower. I hadn’t built up a sweat simply standing still, like I did in the wet season, but even withou
