‘I’ll buy the first one since you’ve got a broken heart. Whatcha having?’ I tucked the five-dollar bill back in my pocket. ‘Vodka cranberry. I’m on a health kick.’ Joni returned with the drinks as the DJ was saying, ‘Girls! Who wants to win $200? All you’ve gotta do is get wet!’ I pulled the note out of my back pocket and threw it to Joni. ‘Get me a couple shots of tequila. I’m doin' this.’
Julie Catt misspent her youth in Columbia, Missouri lining up tequila shots and winning wet T-shirt competitions. So maybe it wasn’t such a stretch to think that twenty years on, mother to six kids from four different…paternity arrangements, she’d be sobbing to a therapist about her irrepressible white-trash heritage. Or that her birth parents would turn up, trailing a whole new family. Or even that she’d be living on the other side of the world, having followed her hot butch Australian girlfriend to Sydney.
But happily married? With a respectable profession? That would be weird…