"Naturally," he continued, "I thought, well, then, it'll have to be my apartment. It can accommodate the group more than adequately and I can have a neighborhood catering service supply food and coffee. I want to keep drinking to a minimum. A little's fine, but anybody drunk would also destroy the group."
Shit, Gloria groaned silently. I knew it. Of course, I knew it. But where else? Think, dummy, think. You can talk him out of his house, if you think of some place else. Her own one room studio apartment was out of the question. But still it would be better than having to go to his house. She didn't plan to be in that one room much longer anyway. "I don't know about that, Jon," she began, speaking slowly, her tone searching.
He slapped he thighs lightly, "Good girl. You're right. Just as
