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Sunday was supposed to be dinner, but it was a birthday of one of the McDade cousin’s. Whisper wasn’t sure which one. The ongoing party meant Kitty’s was jumping by the time they got there. Instead of their usual sit down meal, a buffet was laid out on a table along one of the walls. The rest of the place was filled with circular tables occupied by more people than she’d ever seen there.
The night was drawing on. Whisper was getting bored, which could have something to do with the fact that she’d been sitting alone at the bar for over two hours. It wasn’t any surprise that no one wanted to be seen talking to the only Doherty in the room. Most of the partygoers dripped with disdain whenever they looked her way. When she stared at them, they drew their eyes away like they’d just witness
