Madison grinned. “So you’re Brent.”
I blinked.
Georgia rolled her eyes. “Madison knows about Dad’s little experiment.”
I stared at them. “Wonderful. Does the DJ know too?”
Madison laughed. “Not yet!”
We found our table.
“So you’re Brent.”
***
Thirty minutes later, we were standing, and Georgia handed me her purse. “Hold this.”
I took it.
Then, she handed me her phone. “And this.”
“Okay.”
Then she handed me her drink.
I looked at her. “Is this the test?”
“Hold this.”
“No. I’m tying my shoe.”
She bent down, adjusted her heel, and stood up, laughing. “You’re going to question everything I do tonight, aren’t you?”
“Your father has destroyed my ability to recognize normal behavior.”
***
For the next hour, Georgia teased me by pretending to make ridiculous demands.
“I’m tying my shoe.”
She asked whether I could convince the DJ to play a song that didn’t exist.
