out for a singing show.”
“You’re what?” My jaw dropped as I gave Lucy my full attention. I studied her face to see if she was joking. Please God, let her be joking.
“I was thinking of trying out for The Voice or even American Idol.”
“Yeah, and I’m going to try out for America’s Best Dancer. You’ve got to be kidding right?” I started doing the Robot and giggled. “You can sing as well as I can dance, which isn’t saying much. Girl, I hate to burst your bubble, but you can’t carry a tune.”
“And you can’t dance,” Lucy sang in a high voice and started laughing. “I’m not joking though.” She made a face. “I’m actually 100% serious.”
“Oh God, Lucy, why?”
“Oh, I know I can’t sing.” She laughed. “But wouldn’t that make a great documentary?”
“What? The tale of the girl who can’t sing?” I wondered if my best friend had gone crazy.
“No, a story of someone so desperate to make it that they enter television contests just to get noticed.”
“Hmm.” I walked over to the fridge. “Do you want a drink?”
“I’d love a glass of white wine if you have any.”
“Not red?” I asked in surprise. Lucy and I loved red wine more than anything in the world.
“White wine feels more classy, and this has to be the classiest house I’ve ever been in.” Lucy twirled around the room. “I feel like I should be in a white dress with a huge skirt singing.”
“What?” I laughed at the image in my mind.
“Or maybe in a maid’s outfit.”
“Girl, don’t get me started on maid’s outfits,” I grumbled. “I can’t believe Wade made me wear one.”
“I bet he just wants you to wear it in bed. I bet he has some sort of boss fantasy and he wants to bend you over his desk and pull your garters down.”
“Lucy, you’ve been watching too much porn.”
“Not porn, actually,” she sniffed. “French and Italian films. They are so much more open to sexuality than we are in France and Italy.”
“So they have a lot of mainstream movies about bosses fucking their maids?”
“Savannah, watch your language please.” She held her hand up. “I might have to take my belt off and give you a spanking.”
“Yes, Wade-I-mean-Lucy.” I rolled my eyes at her. “Is this your way of telling me that you’re now a dominatrix?”
“No, but wouldn’t that make a fantastic documentary … from Suburbia to the Dungeons … How I Became the Number One Dominatrix in the World?”
“Oh Lucy, stop, I can’t …” I laughed so loudly that Jolene ran up to me and jumped up on my leg eagerly, hoping to join in whatever fun she thought she was missing. “Jolene, stop.” I giggled and then I looked over at Lucy with a grateful smile on my face. “Girl, I am so glad you’re here. You have really gotten my mind off of the whole Wade thing. It has been driving me crazy. I needed a good laugh.”
“And that’s why I’m here.” She paused. “Well, that’s not the only reason why I’m here. I also want us to figure out what’s going on with Wade. We can be like Cagney and Lacey.”
“Who?” I blinked at her.
“Come on, girl, Cagney and Lacey!” She huffed. “It’s an old TV show, but it’s still great.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“Okay, we can be like Holmes and Watson.”
“I’m Holmes.” I grinned. “You can be Watson.”
“How about I’ll be Batman and you can be Robin?”
“I’ll be Catwoman.”
“I knew you were into tight lycra and whips.” Lucy winked.
“Are you hungry?”
“A little. What happened to that wine you promised me?”
“Why don’t we walk Jolene real quick and then come back and relax?” I looked at the clock. “Then we can watch a movie and gossip?” I headed towards the French doors and frowned when I noticed sprinkles of dirt on the floor. “Why is there mud inside?” I murmured.
“What’s wrong, Savannah?” Lucy came up behind me. “I don’t mind walking Jolene first and then coming inside.”
“Nothing. I thought I’d closed this door, but maybe I was wrong.” I stared at the ground. “Gordon was here earlier, and I guess that he went outside and trekked some mud in when he came back inside.” I shrugged. “I like him as a person, but for some reason, I just don’t trust him. I think he has some sort of ulterior motive for hanging out with me.”
“Who are these men you know and why are they all shady?” Lucy sighed. “Sometimes, I’m happy I’m single,