She raised her eyebrows. “Really. Moving in with him already?”
“Not him. His parents. And I’m not moving in. It’s just for a couple of days.”
“What in the world for?”
I scrambled for an answer that didn’t include the statistics for vampire attack, but fortunately a couple of Carmen’s scary friends called her away, and she went, shooting me a we’ll-talk-about-this-later glare. I smiled and gave a little finger-wave.
With the excitement of gift-opening and cake-cutting over, the party quickly became a dance-off, with tipsy college students—I sneered, choosing to ignore my own educational status—competing on separate Dance Dance Revolution mats. I picked up a piece of cake and a slice of pizza, helped myself to the tap water as the only liquid fairly certain not to be spiked, and took a s
