37Molly was dancing the Bus Stop with a kir in one hand when she heard shrieking from inside the house. It sounded like shrieks of hilarity but she was on edge and ran inside with trepidation. There in the living room, finally, stood the guest of honor—Lawrence, in his glory, posing in a white bell-bottomed suit, shirt open with a gold chain twinkling on his chest.
Everyone in the room was howling, which noise only got rowdier when the first notes of “The Love Machine” started playing and Lawrence’s hips started to twitch. He reached for Molly’s hand and the two of them whirled through a number of disco moves including the Bump, the Butterfly, and even the Point Move. When the song was over she fell into his arms and they roared with laughter.
“Not bad, Molly,” he said, taking out a hand
