Roddy and Alan hit it off. She started it, I mean Roddy, by taking Alan’s arm, hugging her, and joining her/his voice to Alan’s. James and his sister started a performance art routine that must’ve harkened back to their childhood, with her pretending to upstage him.
Picture it; Sis stands in front of James, pushing him behind her. Oh never mind, the pronouns are killing me, but it’s just typical brother-sister stuff only in drag and elaborated. James planned it all and is acting annoyed.
Yours truly is singing, and you know what happened last time. All went well until James handed me the pipes and I knew the game was afoot. I was to entertain the troops while he went elsewhere. “I’ll be Entha Priveee for real but back soon!” he hollered jovially, and taking Sis by the arm, stalked off pr
