12 months later continued…

Listening to Esme panic rushing around the house, I am wondering why we offered to hold a get-together at our house for our friends. We should have let it be at Lilah and Knox’s like normal. Damn me trying to be clever and be a better host than Knox.

“Have we got enough drinks in? What about snacks?” I hear Esme ask for about the tenth time in about half an hour.

She is dashing between the kitchen and the lounge, trying to make sure everything is tidy, when I know my friends really could not care less, and within ten minutes of them being here...