XII
valentine’s day
The black lights made the living room look like a night club. Michael Hazen’s house had already turned into a wild rave by the time Anderson and I arrived. I’d been to one of his parties before the previous year but it had been much smaller in size and definitely not as wild. A significant chunk of the school had wound up there after the Valentine’s Day dance for what was supposed to be an afterparty of some kind, but it had since turned into a full-blown rave. His parents had separated since the last time I’d set foot in that mansion and since he lived with his father and he was out of town on business, Michael had known just what to do to have a good time.
Michael and I had become acquainted several years earlier when his twin sister and I both played on the same b
