Two hours later, I stood in the huge family room, surrounded by guests. I had positioned myself to see the front foyer, so I would know if and when max arrived. I chewed on my bottom lip. What if he brought lolita with him? I had already resigned myself to the fact that I'd have to pretend to be super happy for them and make friendly chitchat with her. I imagined Lolita to be tall and blonde with an angelic face and the body of a supermodel. The thought more than depressed me.
“Why so glum, chum?”
I lifted my chin in the calder. judging from his glassy eyes he was either drunk or stoned.
“hey, calder.”
“waiting for someone?”
“Why do you say that?” my tone was sharper than intended.
“because,” he took a long sip of his beer. “You've been eyeballing the front door like my dad’s basset
