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“So you’re the sister.”
    “I’m the sister.”
    “What’s it like being the only girl in a sea of men?”
    She shrugged. “It’s great.”
    “What do you do?”
    “I work at an Italian restaurant.”
    “A waitress.”
    “I wait tables, but I also make mozzarella and a few other dishes.”
    “That sounds interesting. Do you make that funny smelling cheese too?”
    “Funny smelling cheese?”
    “You know, the moldy one.”
    “Do you mean blue cheese?”
    “Yeah that one. They should throw it out once it gets moldy. That’s disgusting.”
    “But they add the bacteria to the cheese so that it will age and mold.”
    “Eww. It’s added on purpose?”
    “Yes.”
    Jackson was back and leaned against the fireplace with a smirk on his face. Evidently he thought this funny and Clara thought it anything but. She stood, grabbed her juvenile flip-flops, and walked into the kitchen to sit with the rest of her family. Her brothers discussed plans for the evening that included a dance hall concert by Andres Bellefontaine, one of her favorite zydeco singers. The women all headed upstairs to get ready and left her surrounded by her brothers.
    Tired of always being left out, a thought formed in her mind. After all, she was eighteen now and in the state of Louisiana that meant she was legal. Legal enough to walk into a bar anyway. “I wanna go too.”
    Clay was the first to answer her. “Baby girl, you don’t belong in a place like that.” He cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed the top of her head.
    “Why?” She cocked her head at him. “I like Andres. And why don’t I belong in a place like that, but your wife does?”
    The other brothers laughed at the point she was making and Clay raised a brow at her. “Did you say you were currently enrolled in philosophy?”
    She felt her nose crinkle at his perplexing question. What did that have to do with anything? “Yeah, it’s utterly boring and useless.”
    Logan answered, “Not so useless, you just rendered his logic inadequate.”
    “I was trying to be nice, but the truth of it is there will be an odd number. I’ll be worrying after you all night.” Clay grumbled.
    “Jackson doesn’t have a partner.” She retorted.
    “He’s got Lexi.” Cash had returned and laughed as he discussed Jackson’s plight.
    Her skin grew heavy as if it were being pulled down. She’d been unaware Lexi was going and never dreamed she’d go as Jackson’s date, on his arm, in her place. There was no way she’d be staying at the house.
    Cash placed his arm around her. “Clara Bear, you’ll be my date. Isa wants to catch up on some much needed sleep and if I’m around it doesn’t really happen since I can’t keep my hands off of her.”
    “Ugh.” Clara cupped her hands over her ears. “Spare me the details.” She started to walk from the kitchen, but turned back. “I’m going to get ready, don’t leave without me.”
    She ran up the winding staircase taking the steps two at a time. Rounding the corner for the wing to her room she ran into Lexi. Lexi decked out in a red dress way more revealing than the one she’d worn previously. Clara had not thought that was even possible.
    The front of the dress cut deep and all the way down to her navel. Lexi whose dress was barely enough to contain her melon sized breasts. Lexi who wore a necklace that was so long the dangling jewels dripped down into her cleavage.
    “Hello there. You wouldn’t happen to have a flat iron would you?”
    Clara shook her head. “No.”
    “Didn’t think so since your hair is”—she regarded her for a moment—“well it’s natural.”
    She proceeded down the stairs, the back of the dress as revealing as the front with its low plunge that almost exposed butt crack. Her platform heels were silver and it awed Clara yet again that she could float along as she did in shoes that had her foot at a ninety-degree angle with the floor. The shoes made her butt stick out and the fire engine red