The second disc was the Salena one, the first song a poignant ballad. Acting on impulse, Jerry crossed to Bonnie and held out his hands. “Come on…this is a slow one. All you have to do is sway to the music. You can do that, even with a cast on.”
At first, she shook her head. “No, I won’t be able to,” she protested. “I’ll probably fall or something. I’ve only been walking since two o’clock.”
“I’ll hang onto you,” he promised.
“Yeah, come on,” Jennifer urged. “Just one song.”
It ended up being three, one after another. And, before the second was over, Jennifer herded her friends off to her room with an explanation that they had to see the photographs she’d taken at school which she’d just downloaded from her phone to her new tablet. Mercedes had retired to the kitchen, or perhaps her apa
