The pop music at the dollar skating blared from huge speakers and vibrated around the room. A disc jockey announced the tunes from a glass fronted booth and joked with the skaters as they circled the polished hardwood floor.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.I muttered, sitting beside Desmond as I lace up my rented high top white skates.
I refuse to be the only one over thirty out there,” he replied, but he was smiling, obviously pleased with his persuasive talents. No doubt he will take equal pleasure in watching me fall flat on my face. It had been years since I had worn a pair of roller skates years.
It’s like riding a bicycle,” Desmond assured me with that maddening grin of his. Once you know how, you never forget.”
I grumbled under my breath, but I was actually beginnin
