The only trouble was, there was no way Mama would agree to me staying out until after midnight. Not at a party. Not anywhere.I’d pretty much written off the idea until the Thursday night before, when Daddy had asked, “So, honey. I know y’all have had your differences lately, but are you staying at Christy’s for New Year’s? It’s sort of your tradition, right?”“Uh, no, I …” But then it hit me. If my parents thought I was staying at Christy’s, I’d be able to stay out all night without worrying about a curfew or anything. So I cleared my throat. “I mean, yeah. We worked things out. I, uh … I think she’s volunteering at the church that day, so if you could just drop me off there, I’ll leave with her.”“No problem,” Mama said. “I’m glad you two worked it out.”“Me too.”Good old Christy—doing me more favors now than in the ten years we’d been best friends.Bo and Colt picked me up at the church, then we headed over to Tanner’s. The plan was for us to ring in the New Year there before heading back to Colt’s place.
