The Wedding Party
The Wedding Party By Jeanne Darc I hadn't heard from Jake in over a year. We'd met at the software firm where I worked, and discovered a lot of common interests including the standard painful high school nerd autobiographies. I hadn't completely escaped my past - people still called me na?ve; I preferred devoid of guile. We'd been good friends, becoming best friends, when he dropped off the radar. I'd tried to contact him several times but he sent texts saying he was busy and would get i...