The Way Over the Hill Gang by M.K. Scott Book Tour and Giveaway :)
At a table closest to the door, three people sat: a short, bald man, and two women. The first had her blonde hair arranged in an elaborate style and lacquered into place by a liberal dose of hair spray. She winced a little but had her head tilted in the direction of a wiry woman whose lips were moving. “This is how it works, Lola,” the woman explained while gesturing to the dancers. “The man calls out the moves for the dancers, then they have to do what he tells them to do.” “Eunice,” Lola sighed and managed an eye roll at the same time, “I know how square-dancing works. This isn’t my first encounter, you know.” “Ha!” Eunice tossed her head, bouncing her gray-threaded curls. “I figured that being a former Vegas showgirl, your extent of dancing involved teetering around on high heels, waving feather fans.” The man sitting with them coughed, earning a sympathetic glance from Lola. “You okay, Gus? Need some water?” He met her gaze, then shook his head as he pushed up to standing. “Think I’ll go back to my room and get some water.” Both women watched Gus leave, then Eunice leaned closer to say, “He has no clue what you said. He’s already hard of hearing, but with…” She gestured to a nearby speaker. “…the music blasting, he doesn’t hear a word.” While the music may have a few residents tapping their toes, it did nothing for those who could hear. Lola pursed her lips and wrinkled her nose before speaking. “You’d think they’re trying to deafen the rest of us. I’m leaving, too.” Lola reached for her walker and stood. She glanced back over her shoulder to address Eunice’s earlier comment. “Showgirl routines are choreographed. Some of it is quite complicated. We certainly never needed someone yelling instructions on a microphone.” Eunice gave a derisive sniff. Even though both she and Lola were part of Senior Sleuths, a covert group within the center that solved cold cases, it was still fun to poke at the woman. After all, what woman wouldn’t feel a little uncomfortable around a former showgirl. Getting the aged blonde riled up evened the playing field, especially considering Eunice’s skinny form and acerbic nature didn’t make her popular with the opposite gender. Thank goodness for Gus, who had been waiting for a forceful woman to take charge of him. Making friends was not something Eunice did easily. Her father once told her she should laugh at the other children’s jokes and occasionally compliment them on something they did. He also told her to be honest at all times. Talk about a paradox. It was hard to be honest and popular. Eventually, she settled on being honest and helpful, even when the help wasn’t wanted. Was it too late to change her ways? Better yet, did she want to? One of the lady dancers, whose colorful skirt stood out with its multitude of petticoats, interrupted Eunice’s reflections and invited her to join in. Someone had deliberately picked her. Woo hoo! She jumped up and tried to ignore that most of the other attendees were in wheelchairs. That had nothing to do with them picking her. Obviously, the dancer recognized in Eunice a born square dancer.