Mom, hurry or we are going to be late.” Gabriela paves the hallway outside my bedroom door while I finished dressing.
“Have you got Angela a gift?”
“Oh.” Gabriela dashes into her bedroom and returned with a haiku wrapped oblong box. We bought the birthday gift the night before, a popular board game which Gabriela happened to know Angela really wanted.
“I think Mr. Eliot is really nice to let Angela have a slumber party, don’t you think?”
“Really brave is more apt description. How many girls are coming?”
“Fifteen.”
“Fifteen!” I echoed in a shocked voice.
“Angela originally invited twenty, but only fifteen could make it.”
I slowly shook my head. He’d had a good reason to fell panicky. With all these squealing, giddy preadolescent girls, the poor man would be certifiable by the end of
