ASTRID
“A welcome party? I thought you said it was a business party. What changed? Do I have to review another list?” I press my cell phone tightly against my ear as my mother chuckles at the other end, taking way too long to answer my question. I worked on the list last night like I intended and emailed it back to her only to have her call me about changing the theme.
“Yes. It's going to be small-and- intimate. Your dad’s best friend has been away since you were little. We lost count, baby, and now, he’s back in town and your father wants to officially welcome him."
“Can’t they go for drinks or something? A party sounds like a lot if you ask me, Mom.”
“Well, I’m not. All we need you to do is show up. You have to meet the man your father grew up with.”
Oh God!
“Is that necessary?”
