She was hoping that he’d be gone when she came in. He was still there, but his plate was almost empty. “Hurry up girl, grab some food before these hooligans eat it all,” Marsha said. “They’re all in a hurry so they can get ready to go out.” “Out?” Jess asked. “Oh yeah, it’s Friday night. They all pile into the truck and head into town to the bar there. There’s drinking and dancing. Food, too, although mine’s better.” She smiled as she said the last part. “You should go with ’em. It’s a good time.” “Are you going?” “Oh, heavens no, child. I’m too old for that now. Mostly. Every now and then I head in with ’em. You go on though. They can be a little rowdy, but they’re all good boys. They won’t let nothin’ happen to ya. Besides, Ben and George are going too. I think Ben is going to be the driver tonight.” “I don’t have anything to wear, not until my clothes get here.” “Oh, no, it’s not like that. Just wear what you got on. It’s not fancy.”
