Chapter 138: Dates
Chapter 136
The front door creaked open as Charlie, Dad, and I stepped into the Malibu beach house.
Alan burst through the entryway, singing. "Sherri, baby," he crooned dramatically.
He spun on one foot and pointed both index fingers toward Charlie and me. "Sherri baby," he sang again.
Charlie and I looked at each other. There was no stopping it.
"Sherri, baby," we echoed in resigned harmony.
Dad wasn't done. With renewed enthusiasm, he belted out, "Sherri, won't you come out tonight!"
He struck a pose like he was on a Broadway stage.
"That's it. I'm out," Charlie said, heading for a drink.
"Oh, come on," Dad called after him.
"No, no, no. No more," Charlie insisted. "You got a date. Leave it alone."
"Not just a date. A date with—"
