“That girl could really sing!” the man said.
“And
the boy, too,” the woman beside him replied. “And is there a better looking guy
around for miles? I don’t think so!”
Jasmine
rolled her eyes, muttered a nasty sting of curses and left the table in a huff.
Cindy
stared after her, aghast. “What the heck’s wrong with your sister?” she asked.
Stevie
smirked. “Jealousy,” he said. “She can’t stand it that for once Janet is
getting all the attention and Jazz is getting none.”
“Really?”
Cindy said. “That’s it? I would be so happy for my sister if…”
“If
you had one?” he said, laughing at her.
She
giggled. “And if she sang as good as Janet.”
“You
know, I always thought she sang nice, but now she’s like really good!” Stevie
said.
“Of
course she is,” Cindy said eagerly, her pretty, dark eyes dancing with
excitement. “Luke probably taught her. He’s so awesome!”
