Chapter 9
By the time Sean made it to his seat he found Tom had topped off what little he’d managed to drink of the terrible thing they called wine. Dane, he’d noticed, was somehow on his third glass, and judging by the expression on his face, he was going through it to punish himself. The thing Sean didn’t understand was how Dane’s parents both seemed to actually enjoy the beverage, sipping and savoring it.
No, that wasn’t the only thing Sean didn’t understand. Dane hadn’t been exaggerating when he’d said his parents were eccentric. In fact, Sean wished now Dane had prepared him better for this.
“So, Sean,” said Mary, using a knife and fork on her quesadilla despite the fact Dane had cut them into wedges. “You’re a professor?”
“Greek Mythology, history,” said Sean, forcing himself to
