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Chapters (49)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1: Meet Me, Holly McNee Jensen
  6. Chapter 2: Bee Calm
  7. Chapter 3: Buzzing Along
  8. Chapter 4: Now What?
  9. Chapter 5: All the Buzz
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter 7: Bermuda Triangle
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter 9: Leslie Takes the Mike
  14. Chapter 10: Holly Grabs the Mike Back
  15. Chapter 11: The Boys
  16. Chapter 12: Roofie
  17. Chapter 13: Any Objections?
  18. Chapter 14: The Vapors
  19. Chapter 15: Bliss Week
  20. Chapter 16: Bee Advised
  21. Chapter 17: Bee Ware
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter 19: Leslie and Cher
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter 23: Bee Have
  28. Chapter 24: Leslie, the QB, and Vegas
  29. Chapter 25: Gone Boys
  30. Chapter 26: Char
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter 28: Bee Cool
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter 31: Stop and Smell the Roses
  36. Chapter 32: Good to Bee
  37. Chapter 33: Bee Leave
  38. Chapter 34: Bee Happy
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter 36: Bee Joyful
  41. Epilogue
  42. Acknowledgments
  43. P.S. Insights, Interviews & More . . .*
  44. About the Author
  45. Read On
  46. Letter from Victoria Hanna Frank
  47. Remembering the Grit and Glamour of Dorothea Benton Frank
  48. Also by Dorothea Benton Frank
  49. About the Publisher

“Oh, God!” Charlie said. “That’s priceless!”

“Poor Sonny,” I said, envisioning Sonny’s landing in Cher’s Netherland the way a small plane is snagged by a wire across the landing deck of an actual aircraft carrier.

“You could say you dated him first,” Momma said.

“Momma? You’re right!” I said. “There are lots of possibilities of things you could drop into a monologue, in between songs, or take little pauses.”

“Exactly!”

So, until noon, when Charlie had a block of time reserved with a theater coach, we built a character that Charlie felt comfortable enough to become. His humor surfaced along with his sense of irony and satire. It was like unlocking Pandora’s box, except there were no evils to be released, only humor, and it didn’t take long for that humor to become outrageous.

“Just imagine actually being Cher’s identical twin sister!” said Suzanne, who had come by to help, laden with pastrami sandwiches and the best half-sour pickles I’d ever had, a rare find in the Lowcountry. “You can have costumes for the Sonny stage, the Gregg Allman stage, the Hollywood stage, the Broadway stage . . . I mean, you’ve got a treasure trove. But so you know, you’d also be seventy-two if you were her twin sister.”

“Cher is immortal,” Charlie said. “I could be her twin at every stage of her life, couldn’t I?”

“Now you’re thinking like a superstar!” Suzanne said, and we all applauded.

We gathered at the kitchen barstools, Suzanne helping Momma hoist herself up.

“Wooo!” Momma squealed.

Suzanne must’ve taken a little grab.

“Suzanne!” Charlie said. “The QB is still my mother-in-law!”

“Sorry,” Suzanne said and shook her head to mean no, she wasn’t sorry.

Momma giggled, something I had hardly ever heard her do.

“Cher was born Cherilyn. I could be born Charlene!” Charlie said. “Oh, I knew that was the right name for me!”

“I think you should go by Char,” I said. “Char! Cher’s Long-Lost Twin!”

“Agreed,” Charlie said.

“Now we’re having real fun,” Momma said. Suzanne winked at her.

“You know, Cher actually does have a half sister named Georganne,” Charlie said.

“Let’s not confuse the situation with facts,” Suzanne said. “But it’s worth noting that one of the reasons Cher has enjoyed such a long, successful career hinges on her ability to roll with the times, change with the times, you know, reinvent herself whenever it was time to do it.”

“That’s it,” Charlie said, “and her self-deprecating sense of humor. She had perfect timing, and speaking of timing, it’s time for my drama lesson.”

“I’m coming with you,” Suzanne said. “You need supervision. Let’s lay this whole concept on the coach and see where it goes.”

“Excellent idea,” Charlie said. “See y’all later.”

They left and I turned to Momma. I had questions, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted the answers.