“Watch out here I come…” The music segued into an extended mix of Dead or Alive, “You Spin Me Round”. The dance floor was heating up with activity.

Jackie leaned in and yelled in my ear, “I loved the eighties!”

Did she say “love” or “loved”? I assumed I’d just misheard. “You do?”

“I did! It woulda been a great time to be teenaged, but I was too old by then!” She pouted. “Oh well, at least I got the Beatles and disco before polyester killed it!”

“You what?”

“Mom says now I’m getting older again, I should ‘grow up,’ but I just don’t see it!” Jackie went on. “She doesn’t say I should act more childish when I’m getting younger!”

“Is that, uh, so?” I said.

Jackie grinned at me. “Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just talking.”

I knew I was going to regret it, but I had to ask. “You…’got’ the Beatles?”

“Uh-huh!” She sighed. “Paul was so cute…Mom was crazy about John, but I liked Paul.”

“You’re…not gonna explain that, are you?” I asked.

Jackie giggled. “Nope! Not a chance!”

I grinned. “I didn’t think so.”