Mike’s coworker lived out in the county, and even though they took the interstate, it still took a good half-hour to get to the party. The neighborhood was made up of large, acre-lots with houses set back off the road reached by narrow, gravel driveways winding through fenced-in farmland. The sun had set, and Mike had to turn on his high-beams to be able to see the house numbers, half-hidden by overgrowth and hanging branches.
“Don’t you guys come out here every year?” Jenny asked when Mike realized he’d missed his turn and had to circle back in someone’s driveway.
Eric squeezed her shoulder. “Yeah, and we miss the turnoff? Every year.”
“Damn asshole could put out a f*****g sign or something,” Mike groused, the car throwing gravel as the tires spun seeking purchase.
“Calm down, we’re a
