The party was well underway by the time we arrived: apparently the rest of the frat who hadn't been included in the exclusive dinner party were determined to enjoy their evening anyway. It was strange to watch the senior frat brothers enter the scene in suits, as a dozen other men and about as many women cheered around a pong table. But what a pong table: it was a large mahogany dining table, which took up most of the cluttered but exceptionally fine dining room. A giant antique mirror hung above a marble fireplace: most of the brothers appeared in the glass. A few, including Logan, did not. I gulped, reminded.
The house must once have been an upper-class family home, a sort of hunting lodge or summer cottage for the city-dwelling wealthy. Now it was an untidy rabble of solo cups and emp
