CHAPTER TWELVE
A pale young man, dressed in baggy black pants, a black "Kiss" tee-shirt, black spiked hair, black eyeliner, and three silver studs in one ear walked up to Angie and Kylie as they placed a cupcake at each setting at a Theta Phi Delta sorority alumni meeting. Each cake was festooned with the sorority's colors and a little ΘΦΔ symbol.
"Where's the punch bowl?" He carried a large sack of ice on his shoulders. To say he looked out of place at this meeting hall was an understatement.
"This is a nice place." Kylie marched toward him, arms folded. "What's trash doing in here?"
Angie, who'd been ready to answer, stared at Kylie in astonishment.
"If you mean me," the fellow said, eying her frilly blue apron with a smirk, "I'm delivering ice. What does it look like?" He shifted t
