“You really think so?”
“If Danny could learn to dance, you can learn control.”
“You guys dance?” Brooke asked. “Why didn’t you say so. We would have invited you over last night.”
I laughed. “That depends on what music you’re playing. He’s not quite into the night club scene.”
Brooke shrugged her shoulders. “It doesn’t have to be club music every night.”
It was strange talking to women — Not girls, I told myself — about normal every day stuff. I hadn’t done this in years. I felt ill at ease, the memories of a time when life wasn’t worth living. I suddenly felt awkward and out of place.
“What about you, Brooke, do you have something to tell me?”
“I made them all come here, didn’t I?”
I remained silent, waiting for her to elaborate. She rolled her eyes. Kate started hopping on one foo
