Chapter 11: Danny
“Oh, I’m totally going to that,” Schwartz declared on Monday when the topic of the Frilly Green Chile Ball surfaced.
Danny hesitated to embrace the notion of sharing such a potentially awkward evening with his straight, married, father-of-six best friend, but they had few secrets from each other, and he didn’t especially want to go by himself.
“Whaddaya say, Monica?” Schwartz boomed, waddling from Danny’s office into the reception area. “Saturday night? You in?”
“For what?” she asked.
“This Chilly Willy Hillbilly Ball or whatever it’s called.”
A blank look from Monica, followed by a quick glance to make sure she could access the First Aid kit if her boss was, in fact, having a stroke. “The what?”
“What’s it called, Danny?” Schwartz, never a whisperer, hollered.
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