The next day was Friday. And before I know it, it was two weeks until my parent’s fundraiser ball. A highlighted social event on so many New Yorker’s Calendars. My head was pounding with a pretty horrid hangover from the night before but I was surviving with Tylenol and water. Still, I was looking forward to the sluggish day being over. I had called Marie to thank her for the night before and by the sounds of it she and Luther were suffering just as much. It was worth it. The night was full of playful memories that I had truly missed.
“I am going to go.” I stated walking into my uncle’s den where I knew Alex would be at this point of the day.
Alex had made the den into his own office space. Oddly, Xavier did not seem to mind that his guns were now placed on a towel in the center table b
