While they ate, the ham sat at one end of the table like a sacrificial offering. Vic was thinking they could just donate it to a food bank somewhere when Matt announced, “Let’s have a dinner party.”
Vic choked on his burger. “What?”
Matt nodded, warming to the idea. “A dinner party,” he said as he pointed to the ham with his fork. “We’ll cook up this beast and invite a few people over one evening, what do you think?”
“People like who?” Vic wanted to know.
Matt shrugged. “Just people, I don’t know. Roxie maybe. She’d come.”
Roxie was the receptionist at the gym where Matt was employed as a swim instructor and Vic went to work out. A young woman just out of college, with a sharp tongue and quick laugh, Roxie had a little crush on Matt—Vic didn’t have to read minds to see that. But she k
