“I’m leaving,” Nathan announced, but he let Tom snag his arm and pull him into the den, where a large buffet table had been set out. Here there were chips and candy and soda bottles, two bowls of punch, a few lit pumpkins carved into silly faces, and tiny sandwiches, quartered, with the crusts cut off. Somehow Tom managed to find a space among all the food to slide the veggie tray onto the table. “Tom…”
Tom laughed again and clapped Nathan on the back. Behind them the wall vibrated beneath the speakers on the other side, where the DJ was set up in the living room. Nathan wondered how long the house could stand under the steady pounding. “You having fun, man?” Tom asked.
At least in this part of the house, the walls muted the music. It thudded around them but Nathan didn’t have to shout
