As awkward parties go, this one was of the more awkward. Julia was the sort of hostess who chose the seats for her guests. So even though Em had invited Theo for my benefit, he was seated as far from me at the table as possible.
Naturally, I decided it was some sort of antigay message. Let’s not sit the two gay guys next to each other in case they can’t keep their hands off each other during the meal. Well, one gay guy and one bisexual guy, I guess.
I was stuck between Garret and Clive’s little boy, Owen. I didn’t know whether to count myself lucky or not, but either way, Owen paid me little heed—except when his constantly moving legs managed to kick me.
Garret kept sneaking glances at me, but he rarely stayed focused on me for more than a few seconds at a time. He was nearly as fidgety
