Dan arrived at Ezra’s pool party a little before seven. He hated to be the first to arrive at functions such as these. It seemed so awkward when only a few guests were there. At the same time he didn’t want to be rude and show up late since Ezra had sort of thrown the party for Dan.
He was greeted at the front door by Linda, Ezra’s wife.
“Dan!” she exclaimed as she hugged him. She was wearing a rather skimpy two-piece bathing suit and an open beach robe, making the embrace mildly uncomfortable for Dan.
“I’m so glad you could make it. When you were late, Ezra was afraid you had an emergency call.”
Dan handed her the bottle of merlot he’d brought. “Had one earlier today, but all’s clear for now.”
“Good. You can change into your trunks in the boys’ bedroom, third door on your right down
