Chapter 190

“That’s the same answer I came up with!” agreed Tyler. “If the bleachers are out and we have the stage set up for the band, most of the crap-load will not be able to get onto the dance floor. The bleachers will hold around two thousand if they all have small asses and we know some of these mothers and cousins will be amply assed. If the bleachers are rolled back against the walls, like they usually are for the prom, we’ll have room for several hundred very crowded dancers and wallflowers, not to mention a riot created by the folks that can’t get inside.”

“That’s the math of a genius?” marveled Gwen. “A crap-load? That’s your best estimate? To think I was going to rely on Charlotte to help me get through the math courses at Stanford! I am so screwed.”

“You don’t have to keep telling us! Wasn’t last night on national TV enough? Have you no shame?” questioned Charlotte. “You keep bragging about that hunk and some girl might want to take him for a test drive and see what the