Chapter Two
Lauren wandered through the cocktail party with drink in hand, smiling at a few dozen people she didn’t know. This really wasn’t the way she planned to spend her evening, but if she wanted to see Betsy, she’d have to live through another half-hour of frivolous banter before she could spirit her best friend away from this monthly English Department social hour. Betsy, Professor of the 20th Century novel, was in charge of this month’s event.
“So, did you smoke the peace pipe with the professor from the Dark Ages?” Betsy asked as she whisked by with a plate of hors d'oeuvres—tiny chicken sandwiches flavored with just a touch of curry—Betsy’s specialty.
“These are great,” Lauren commented as she followed her friend to the refreshment table. “Are you about done?” she was feeling
