From the novel A Western Capitol Hill:
“Don’t
you have any techno?” he says, tapping his foot to his own
beat and putting a slight sway into his hips. “Or, can’t you, at
least, play 'We Are Family'?”
If
Gayle’s smirk radiated condensation rather than condescension, the
glass sliding doors to the balcony would be fogged. “Precious, you
weren’t even born when that chestnut came out.”
