At the club, it was getting harder to focus on her job, seeing the beer and the booze all the time ... she kept thinking about the past when she got d...unk or high, she felt herself weakening."Hey there Nancy, what's got you down, girl? You've been moping for a while." Bobby Diangelo asked."Awwh, Bobby I really don't want to talk about it." You having trouble with that boyfriend of yours, I'll take care of him if you want." he jokingly said. He had talked with Dave a few times after almost. "Thanks."His smile widened, making his eyes shine brighter. "A raincheck maybe?" Uh...I don't even know your name."He clutched the clipboard in his left hand closer to his chest and held out his right hand. "Chris." Nice to meet you." The last word was barely audible as his hand closed around mine. His grip was firm...warm...and it made strange but delicious shivers race through me. I bit back a groan when he let go. My breath was raspy when I added, "Holly." With an H, like the Christmas. Maybe I’m just paranoid.”“Maybe, maybe not. Would you join the dance team if it restarted?”She shook her head. “No. I only cheered because of Emma and Xinyi. It’s not something I’m really into.”“Well, you just used past tense, I think you’ve already decided for yourself. You just want me to say it’s okay.”“Is it?”“If I’m going to be your editor I’m going to say you should dump it as fast as possible and spend that time writing.”She smiled. “Seriously?”“Yes. Writers do two things - read and. "What do you think?"The girl's eyes hadn't left Mom since landing on her, but she quicklyglanced at me before looking back at my mom. "That dress is perfect!" sheexclaimed. "I mean, you could possibly even take it in a bit at thewaist, but it still looks really good." Take it in?" Mom asked incredulously. She obviously didn't believe thewoman's statement. She turned toward one of the full-length mirrors toget another look at herself. "No, I can't wear this. I'm too old."The other woman who was.