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ERIC
Some dudes were slick and drove their dates to the dance in a stretch limo. Me, on the other hand…I’d be taking my girl over potholes on a rural road in the freaking mail truck. It was the only way into town.
Peggy pulled up to the cottage right on time. It was a long shot, but she’d been in on the plan since the beginning. She tapped the horn, letting me know she was there, and I gave her the thumbs-up through the window. Ariella had finally agreed to go to the Farm to Table Dance and fundraiser, and Peggy had come to take us into Briarville.
Ariella rode shotgun next to Peggy, who sang, “My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,” in honor of her idol, Melissa McCarthy.
Ariella boogied along in the seat next to her, and I watched from the back, sitting on packages picked
