"Yeah. Give a little bit of gas," Willard said as Ren revved the engine of the Bug, "Yeah. That sounds good. Cut it."

Ren turned off the car and got out.

Woody and Willard were over helping Ren with the car while Molly tried and then failed to hide in the bedroom.

Right now she was seated on the floor of the garage, stretching.

Willard tried not to stare at her. Goddamn she was flexible.

"What's the deal with the preacher's daughter? She worth all that attitude?" Ren asked.

"I hear, back in the day, she used to be a goody two-shoes. Now she frontin' like she some hellraiser. Wearing her jeans tight and everythin'," Woody said.

"You could put a quarter in that girl's back pocket and tell if it's heads or tails," Willard said.

Ren laughed.

"Why? You're tryin' to knock boots with her, aren't you?"

"No."

"Yes, you are. He is."

"I'm just curious. I ain't trying to bang her or take her ballroom dancing." Ren slammed the truck of the Bug and turned to Molly. "No offense."

She waved her hand at him dismissively.

"Well, that'd be pretty hard, being that that's against the law," Willard told them.

Molly's brows furrowed as she sat up.

"What? Banging a preacher's daughter?" Ren asked.

"Nah, public dancing's against the law if you're under 18 in Bomont," Woody explained.

"Shut-up."

Willard and Woody shared a look.

"Wait, wait, wait. Jump back. Are you kidding me? Dancing is against the law?" Ren asked.

"Yeah, man. We got laws up the poop chute around here. You know, I can't even bring a bandana to school, because they think I'm in a gang. If my face gets all sweaty, I gotta use the back of my hand. Let me tell you somethin'. This country was built on bandanas," Willard said.

"So...you're tellin' me that Bomont High doesn't have a prom."

"Well, you know..." Willard pulled a coke out of the fridge. "They got the Fall Ball, right? Okay, so all the churches get together and put it on. The whole town shots up and everybody's eyes are on you to make sure you're dancin' at least six inches away from your girl."

"You gotta add another two inches for me," Woody added.

"And for one song, they make you, they make you dance with your mother. I mean, talk about a boner killer."

"Hey, my sister's right there!" Ren said, hitting Willard on the arm.

"Sorry, Molly."

"The schools don't wanna have dances on their property. They uh...they say they want to be held liable," Woody said.

"They don't wanna be held liable for what?" Ren asked.

"Five seniors died in a car crash coming home from a dance, and that's when the whole town went crazy. They started blaming it on the liquor, the music, the dancing. After a while everybody started thinking dancing was a sin."

"But we're talking about the law, right? Not heaven and hell?"

"Yeah, take that up with Reverend Moore," Willard said as he laid down on Ren's weight bench.

"So you're telling me you don't do anything for fun around here?"

Woody smirked. "I never said that."

They pulled into the parking lot of Starlite Drive-in.

Molly didn't think these things still existed. But apparently, it was the place to hang out in Bomont.

They got out of Ren's car and walked into the concession stand where they met Woody and his girlfriend.

"You hungry?" Woody asked.

"Yeah. What's good here?" Ren asked.

"We got nachos, hot dogs, hamburgers."

"Frito pie, all the way. And if you're a real man, you'll eat that jalapeno," Rusty told them.

"You want anythin'?" Willard asked Molly.

She shook her head.

"Woody! Check the door, man. Cop still here?" the cook asked.

Woody looked outside. "Five-O getting his move on. What you got for me, Uncle Claude?"

Claude pulled out a CD. "David Banner. Bootleg. Don't get too krunk out there. First sign of the police, I'm gonna pull the plug. I don't wanna get a fine and you don't wanna get another ticket."

"Wait. You got a ticket for dancing?" Ren asked.

"He got two tickets for dancing. One more and he's off the team," Woody's girlfriend said.

Hip-hop music started and everyone went outside.

They cheered for Woody as he danced.

Ren turned to Willard and smiled.

"Yeah dude. They get into it."

"Hey, you. Let's go. Come on, let's dance," Woody's girlfriend said. She grabbed Ren's hand and pulled him onto the dancefloor.

Rusty tried to get Willard to dance, but he refused.

"You wanna dance?" Willard asked Molly.

She shook her head, chewing on the cuff of her hoodie.

Willard had noticed she only did that when she was uncomfortable. "Wanna go somewhere quieter?"

She nodded.

They went inside the concession stand.

"Sure you don't want anythin' to eat?" Willard asked again.

Molly looked at the menu and shook her head.

Willard ordered some nachos and took her hand in his, leading her out back. He sat down at a picnic table and pushed the nachos over to Molly.

She looked at them. She was starving, but she couldn't eat in front of Willard. She couldn't in front of anyone. Not since her mother.

Suddenly the music cut off.

"Attention, attention, Ariel Moore. Will you please come up to the front of the diner? Your daddy is here for you."

"Well, looks like the party's over. Come on," Willard said.

Willard and Molly stood up.

She grabbed the nachos Willard purchased for her and they found her brother and Woody.

"Come on. We should be getting home," Ren said.

"I'll get a ride with Woody," Willard told them.

"You sure?"

Willard waved a hand at them. "Yeah. I'll see you later. Night Molly."

Molly watched Willard walk off with Woody before getting in the car.

"Willard pay for those?" Ren asked.

"Yeah," Molly said softly.

"Better eat up then."

As Ren put the car in drive, Molly took a bite of the nachos.

Later that night, she texted Willard.

Thank you for the nachos.