“WHAT IF you danced in Obando, son?” BK suddenly coughed at what his mother said. As usual, the topic was grandkids again. They just finished dinner and were hanging out in the hut to talk.
“Ma, I don’t dance,” BK complained.
“They don’t expect you to be a good dancer there, right? Isn’t that right, husbie?” BK’s father nodded.
“You really believe in that, Wifey?” Blake Kent asked his wife.
He saw her scoff. “You’re nodding, but you don’t even believe it,” she said, making him smile. “You even mentioned before that it worked, right?”
“Wifey—”
“There you go again, Ma, Pa,” Astin cut in, just returning with a bottle of liquor.
BK poured drinks for his brother and father. It looked like his seduction plan might be ruined. His wife might get pulled into the drinking.
The woman looked
