Women“Why won’t you come?” asked Vivek curiously.
“Because I don’t know the person who’s giving the party, and because I haven’t been invited,” said Rahul. “Two good reasons.”
“Oh, that’s nothing,” scoffed Vivek. “There are always a couple of gatecrashers at these parties. Two or three people normally club together to throw a party, and most of the time anyone who walks in is assumed to be the other guy’s guest. No-one ever asks who actually invited you. And when everyone’s good and sloshed, frankly no-one cares.”
Rahul laughed, but shook his head. “You go on. I’m not coming.”
“I’m telling you, Benny—Bosco—the guy who’s throwing the party—he said to bring along anyone I liked. I swear!”
Rahul looked at Vivek suspiciously. “Now I know you’re lying.”
“Why?”
“Because someone who knows
