“Made a rookie mistake and wore new boots to The Rattler. Hadn’t scuffed up the soles enough to get traction.” Patsy’s face lights up. “Oh! Speaking of The Rattler! We’re playing there tomorrow night. Mollie, you have to come. We’re pretty darn awesome, if I do say so myself.” “You’re playing?” Mollie scrunches her brow. “Are you a guitarist or…” “Patsy and Sally are in a band called Frisky Whiskey,” I explain. “And they are really, really good.” Mollie smiles at Patsy. “As if I couldn’t adore you more. How cool! I’ll be there.” She looks at me. “As long as you’re not going.” Patsy gently
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