ãWhat are you doing here?ä I shouted to Jane over the din of the house music.
She looked at me seductively, and there was no mistaking the look in her eyes. Red flags and warning bells and car alarm sirens went off in my head.
"You're looking a little peaked today my little butterfly," cooed Hugo. He winked at me. I blushed.
Greg wasn't any better. "A little bird told me Fran went a girl-hunting last night! Heard you found quite a chick..."
"What, do I have a sign around my neck? Fran got laid!?" I said much too loudly, and tried to make myself melt into the floor.
"Leave the girl alone," Mike said coming to my rescue. "It's about time she got some action. So, was she cute??"
Jesus, I could hardly look at him. "Yeah, Mike," I said sarcastically. "You'd like her." I cringed. Man, oh, man!!!!!
Well, can I help it if his 'girlfriend' seduced me???
I tried to rationalize the whole bizarre situation in my head. Let's think about this: I slept with her who slept with him who slept with her, who just slept with...
My head hurt with confusion. I sorted through my mail to distract myself and saw the envelope:
C.S. Charleston
Newport Beach, CA
I ripped the envelope open. Inside there was a letter and a check -- from my Dad.
The handwriting was shaky, but I could tell he must be gaining strength. Tears came to my eyes, and I resolved to go see him, no matter what.
