One Night Only (45 page)

The
y
wer
e
turnin
g
ou
t
ont
o
th
e
mai
n
roa
d
whe
n
Gina
s
pok
e
u
p
i
n
a
tin
y
voice
.
“D
o
yo
u
hav
e
an
y
Georg
e
Micha
e
l
,
Polly
?
I
d
o
lov
e
Georg
e
Michael
.
Ca
n
yo
u
pla
y
‘Careless
Whisper’?
”

T
ess
,
wh
o
a
s
th
e
secon
d
i
n
comman
d
wa
s
i
n
the passenge
r
seat
,
sho
t
he
r
siste
r
a
glanc
e
an
d
rolle
d
he
r
eyes.
“Ho
w
abou
t
somethin
g
a
littl
e
livelier?
”
suggested
Poll
y
,
dreadin
g
tha
t
a
ro
w
ove
r
th
e
musi
c
selectio
n
would
kic
k
of
f
befor
e
the
y
eve
n
go
t
ou
t
o
f
th
e
countryside. “Adele?
”
aske
d
Ruth
.

“Oh
,
ho
w
abou
t
w
e
jus
t
driv
e
of
f
a
clif
f
no
w
an
d
put u
s
al
l
ou
t
o
f
ou
r
misery?
”
sai
d
T
ess
,
th
e
sarcas
m
dripping
of
f
he
r
tongue
,
bu
t
sh
e
ha
d
a
point
.
A
s
muc
h
a
s
she
admire
d
th
e
Gramm
y
award-winnin
g
globa
l
songstress,
listenin
g
t
o
Adel
e
a
t
tha
t
momen
t
woul
d
hav
e
bee
n
like
crankin
g
u
p
th
e
desperatio
n
level
s
whic
h
wer
e
alread
y
at a
n
all-tim
e
high
.

Poll
y
ignore
d
al
l
o
f
thei
r
request
s
an
d
pu
t
o
n
a
cheesy
eightie
s
mi
x
sh
e
ha
d
mad
e
u
p
hersel
f
an
d
smile
d
a
s
the moo
d
lifte
d
wit
h
ever
y
mile
.
Soon
,
the
y
wer
e
lik
e
fou
r
best friend
s
withou
t
a
car
e
i
n
th
e
worl
d
a
s
the
y
san
g
alon
g
to
Y
az
z
an
d
th
e
Plasti
c
Population
,
Bros
,
th
e
Pe
t
Sho
p
Boys
an
d
a
littl
e
bi
t
o
f
Wha
m
throw
n
i
n
fo
r
goo
d
measure whic
h
please
d
Georg
e
Michae
l
fa
n
Gin
a
n
o
end
.

The
y
mad
e
rule
s
a
s
the
y
drov
e
alon
g
–
lot
s
o
f
rules.
The
y
wer
e
headin
g
awa
y
t
o
mak
e
eac
h
o
f
the
m
fee
l
bette
r
.
Ther
e
wer
e
t
o
b
e
n
o
persona
l
bitch
y
jab
s
abou
t
th
e
past, ther
e
wa
s
t
o
b
e
n
o
moanin
g
abou
t
men
,
n
o
tal
k
about kids
,
an
d
unde
r
n
o
circumstance
s
n
o
judgin
g
i
f
anyon
e
did hav
e
a
momen
t
o
f
weaknes
s
whe
n
the
y
crie
d
int
o
their champagn
e
(bu
t
th
e
rul
e
wa
s
t
o
avoi
d
thi
s
scenari
o
and
politel
y
leav
e
th
e
compan
y
i
f
an
y
on
e
o
f
the
m
fel
t
suc
h
a
tur
n
comin
g
upo
n
them)
.

“Wha
t
abou
t
sex
?
Ca
n
w
e
tal
k
abou
t
sex?
”
aske
d
Gina an
d
Poll
y
almos
t
crashe
d
th
e
ca
r
i
n
surpris
e
an
d
shock. Th
e
wor
d
‘sex
’
comin
g
ou
t
o
f
Gina
’
s
innocen
t
we
e
mouth wa
s
a
bi
t
lik
e
a
nu
n
talkin
g
abou
t
he
r
lates
t
drug-fuelled org
y
.
I
t
didn
’
t
soun
d
right
,
bu
t
i
t
wa
s
kin
d
o
f
funn
y
.

“Depend
s
o
n
wh
o
you’r
e
thinkin
g
o
f
havin
g
i
t
with,” sai
d
Rut
h
i
n
a
monoton
e
tha
t
ha
d
the
m
al
l
i
n
hysterics
.
“I wouldn
’
t
eve
n
tak
e
i
t
fro
m
Johnn
y
Dep
p
a
t
th
e
minute.
”