“You coming to the dance, too?” Raylan asks Bo. “I guess,” she says without much enthusiasm. “Wish I could go,” Shelby says wistfully, resting her hand on her swollen belly. “You could still come,” Bo says. “Yeah, but I can’t dance, so what’s the point,” Shelby pouts. “I’ll swing you around.” Grady grins, slinging a heavy arm around her shoulders. “Might make the baby come faster.” “That’s true,” Shelby says, perking up a little. “Go on,” Celia urges. “I’ll put the boys to bed.”
