Chapter 6
Paul was late for the victory party. When he finally arrived
back at Chloe's house he found her driveway and neighborhood so
crowded with cars that he had to park on the next street over. He
was ever so slightly worried about leaving his car out of sight in
this neighborhood, but really it was his nervousness about the
party that tied his stomach in knots. A $120 bottle of champagne
under his arm, Paul walked bravely up to the front door, which
opened from within before he could touch the doorbell.
"8:17!" shouted Chloe as she flung the door wide, a wristwatch
held in her hand. "Who bet closest to 8:17?" Chloe wore a green and
blue sari wrapped low around her waist and a white t-shirt on which
someone had used a sharpie to write "HOOK-HER" on the front.
A young, stoc
