Chapter Twenty-One
"Tonight, we are done with boys, ladies," Eliza proclaimed, holding her spoon in the air like a sword.
"Speak for yourself," said Lydia, digging into a tub of Strawberry Tart Ben and Jerry's. "The rodeo will be here soon, and you know how bull riders react to all things red."
"That's the bull, Lydia. Not the rider," teased Eliza, digging into her Cherry Garcia pint.
"Remember what Mama used to say?" Jane scraped the bottom of her Berry Sweet pint. "Just because trouble comes visiting doesn't mean you need to offer it a place to sit down."
"Oh, like you weren't trying to climb up and have a seat on Carlos Bingley's lap this afternoon," said Eliza.
"I was being neighborly," said Jane.
"Is that what the adults are calling it," said Lydia.
"At least I made my interes
