Things That Go Hump in the NightChapter 7
It was maybe a month later that I got a call from Jennie. She asked if I could have lunch with her at the same off-campus café where we'd met before. I was hoping she was following through on her alcoholic counseling and told her I'd meet her at one. She was there when I arrived, and as I approached the table, I was disappointed to see that she was working on a glass of white wine. She knew how I felt about it when I sat across from her and I stared pointedly at the glass. "Not to worry,...