It’s Friday night at the Dixie Skateland, and you’ve never seen Roberta Rogers looking this good. Cinnamon hair glowing in the roving cherry-plum lights, red and violet and red again. Strawberry lip gloss with lavender bell bottoms. The boys, slapping furiously at the sides of the Star Trek pinball machine, wave you over. But 10cc just hit the loudspeaker, couples are pairing off, and you haven’t spent the last hour sucking down vanilla-cola courage for nothing. Tighten the laces, venture to the glazed maple floor, and try to act like you’ve skated before.
