Later at the party, a group of caterers arranged a buffet. I dragged Nicole closer to get a better look.
Arranged on a set of two tables were an assortment of meats, cheeses, pasta, salads, and dressings. A third table was entirely deserts, cakes and cookies and even ice cream, set in the base of a wolf ice sculpture.
“It all looks delicious,” Nicole said.
I agreed… until my stomach violently lurched. Too many smells assaulted my nose. They all would have been fine individually, but together… I covered my mouth with my hand.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I said to Nicole, but she had already moved into the line for the buffet.
I rushed away, pushing through the crowd, and into the ladies’ room. I flew into a stall, crumpled in front of a toilet, and emptied the meager remnants of my
