"Better safe than sorry," she stated. "Did you get my dress bag yet?" she asked.
Nodding, he said, "I already have it in the car."
"And your suit?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, Mom," he drawled.
Grinning cheekily, she said, "I'm just practicing. Now come here and let me fix your hair," she said, jokingly licking her thumb and pretending to reach for his head.
"Okay, no more caffeine for you," he told her. Then, coming up short, he said, "Did you ever get her a present?"
"Yep," Julie said with a nod. "We bought her a Panini maker from Kohl's."
"Works for me," he stated with a nod.
"It was on sale, too. We got a deal," she informed him.
"Good for us," he said.
Although she didn't say so, she also didn't buy a card to go with it. Aaron didn't seem to mind that his own sister had invited the evil ex who wronged him to be in the bridal party, but Julie wasn't so forgiving. Cousin or no cousin, Aaron was her brother.
Julie finally let Aaron drag her out of the apartment at a little after eleven, and they were on the way down to his car when he said, "By the way, I should warn you, I don't listen to typical music."
Scrunching up her nose, she said, "How atypical are we talking here?"
"I like old music," he stated. "I hate new music; I think it all sucks."
"Old music?"
Nodding, he said, "Yes, and I'm not talking old school Nirvana old, I mean really old."
"How old?" she asked, eyebrows rising.
"You'll see," he said with a slight smile.
Eyeing him curiously, she climbed into the passenger seat and waited eagerly for him to get in and start the car, because she couldn't stand unsolved mysteries.
Aaron finished putting the stuff in the back, then he slid into the passenger seat and put the key in the ignition, starting the car.
The music came on instantly, and it took her a second to identify the song, but as the voice singing "I've Got You Under my Skin" finally began to sound familiar, her jaw dropped open and she said, "Is that… Frank Sinatra?"
Smirking, he nodded his head. "It sure is."
"Why?" she asked, confused.
"Because I like it," he told her. "I've got Dean Martin and Paul Anka, too."
"Get out!" she said, breaking into a grin. "Are you serious?"
"It's not an elaborate prank," he assured her. "I told you I liked old music."
"You weren't even born when this music came out," she stated.
"Call it a quirk," he said, shrugging.
Julie had never met anyone who wasn't eligible for a senior citizen's discount who liked that music, but as Aaron pulled out and began humming along to the music, sh
e found it incredibly endearing.