“I’ve been commanded, more or less, to attend a party at Senator James’ next weekend. He offered up his son for my escort.”
“That is disgusting.” Angela grimaced. She glanced down at her menu. “I think I’ll have a salad, too, but only if you split a basket of fries with me.”
“Deal.” At that opportune moment, the waiter arrived and took our orders. After he left, Angela dropped the $64,000 question.
“So, if you’re not going with the senator’s son, who are you going to take with you?” I sighed. It’s not like I had much choice.
Friday, July 2, 2010
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