Chapter 11
Cindy Lewis’ phone call woke Brian from his reverie of the potential long-term relationship with Jim. Brian wished to marry Jim.
“Brian, why don’t you come to my house tomorrow for a little party? My parents are gone for a few days and they said I could have some friends over, but don’t even think about bringing beer or wine or Mary Jane to smoke. I promised, and we can’t have more than ten kids. I’ll have chips and dip and stuff for sandwiches.”
“Yeah, that sounds groovy. Can Jim come, too?”
She giggled. “He’s a cool dude. You two still have the umbilical cord between you, huh?”
He snapped back, “Yeah, we’re still joined at the hip, just like you and Marsha, and Robby and Andrew, and other kids.”
Her voice seemed to deflate. “Um, sorry, didn’t mean to upset you.”
“No, it
