The music was loud, the floor was jam-packed with people hollering in each other’s ears just so they could speak, but the rest of it seemed to fade away when Mark’s head popped over the balcony and he screamed, “I knew it. I bloody well knew it!” He pointed at someone Gerry couldn’t see and laughed. “I told you my Fawn would come!”
Gerry was waved up the staircase that stood to the right of the dance floor. He nodded at the two men at the bottom of the stairs, embarrassed by just how small a person could make someone else feel by standing with their arms crossed and their muscles bulging, as if they were some kind of angry Greek god. Lights spun over the room in a dizzying display of shifting brilliance that made Gerry feel as if he were walking over enchanted water instead of hardwood, a
