I shook my head. “Your father needs a vacation.”
Georgia grabbed my phone. “I’ve got an idea.”
She typed a message and handed it back.
“Georgia has also requested that I obtain the moon. Please advise.”
“I’ve got an idea.”
My boss didn’t answer for two minutes.
Then:
“Um, well, use your judgment.”
I laughed so hard the photographer had to take our picture again!
***
By the end of prom, Georgia and I were actually having a great time.
My boss didn’t answer for two minutes.
We danced badly, ate too many cupcakes, and watched Madison convince the DJ to play an old disco song.
Georgia taught me a dance move that made me look like I was fighting invisible bees.
***
When we finally left, she was still laughing.
“Okay,” I said as we reached the car. “I’ve survived prom. Can you tell me what’s happening now?”
