Jojo retied the bow tie a third time, and then untied it and sat down on the chair in front of the vanity mirror. Imported French cheese from room service sat on a rolling cart mere feet away in his sister’s hotel suite. Roger ignored both of them as he read a paper on the bed, wearing a suit and tie, with no shoes on. Jizelle, his sister, stood next to Jojo, checking out her reflection and the earrings she just put on.
“I’m sure your boyfriend could help you with that tie,” Jizelle mocked.
“He’s not my boyfriend. We’re just hanging out, sort of.” Jojo said. Jojo caught Jizelle’s eye roll. “Okay, more than hanging out.”
“You did invite him tonight, didn’t you? He must mean something to you, you brought him to meet Janeth and Erwin, Judith and Ruth.”
“No. I didn’t invite him. I think he
