“Dammit, Cynthia, I told you I was changin’ that to Nairobi!”
“Well I think Nairobi’s a stupid name. And your name’s been Erlene ever since we started.”
“But with the club burnt to the ground I could have a fresh start. Maybe even dance in one of them topless-only clubs in Columbia or Spartanburg.”
I raised my hands before the girls started getting into a fight that I didn’t have near enough dollar bills or chocolate pudding to properly appreciate. “Hey, hey. I don’t care what y’all wanna call yourselves. Far as I care, you can be Larry, Curly and Moe.” I pointed to Felicity, Ruby and Erlene in order of their Stooge names. “I just need some info. I reckon y’all were all working last night?”
“Of course,” said Larry, er, Felicity. “It was Friday night, one of the best nights of the week.
