Joyce dragged Evelyn off to find some food, eager to gossip along the way.
"Evelyn, I hate to say it, but that boyfriend of yours looks like trouble," Joyce warned. "You might want to take a closer look."
Evelyn tapped Joyce's forehead. "You're barely more than a kid. What do you know about men?"
"I'm not that young," Joyce protested, puffing out her chest. "I'm quite mature, you know."
Evelyn couldn't help but laugh at her act.
"Did you come with your parents?" Evelyn asked, changing the subject. "Have you said hi to the host yet?"
"They can take care of that boring stuff," Joyce replied with a shrug. "I'm just here for the free food and the entertainment. If it wasn't Grandma's birthday, I wouldn't have even bothered showing up."
"Grandma?" Evelyn echoed, confused.
"Yeah, the Ken
