“What the glorious freaking hell, Cassie? This better not be one of your goddamn pranks. Turn on the goddamn lights!” an annoyed voice declared in the pitch-blackness surrounding them.
“Hey!” another voice yelped in the darkness as a blast of trumpet music surrounded them.
A bright spotlight panned over three startled couples as they stared at each other, each one wearing various expressions of confusion. A fourth couple looked amused when the other three caught sight of them. One ha
Not to drop any spoilers, but there might be a teensy-eensy, wee bit of a chance that maybe, and honestly, I can't give anything away, but the slight possibility exists that a character or two from the Berkshire Boys series may turn up soon. But no guarantees.
Florida rules:
Sofas are permitted anywhere in the yard. Traditions are ironclad. What's seasonal clothing? There are no state laws regarding churches. Anyone can start one and call their home a church. Barbecue/barbeque/BBQ-all are acceptable. Facebook is mandatory for anyone GenX or older. Football is not a sport. It is considered your lifeblood. Know the difference between FSU, UF, USF. You will bleed your school's colors. Miami doesn't count. You'll be judged on whether you drink sweet tea or unsweet. If you go to a party bring food or alcohol. You must own at least two pair of flip flops per person. Always remember... any body of water either has, has had, or will have a gator in it. Don't jump in.
Yes.... a lot of work. It takes mad skillz to string you along and then BAM, drop the hammer in just the right spot. (all while cackling maniacally in the background.)
True, but cliffies are a lot of work. I already have all you Krew to deal with. (Although a cliffie can be controlled, unlike certain canines with stubby legs and perpetually dazed expression)