As five o’clock approaches, my stomach starts to flutter. I don’t know why; this isn’t a date. Hell, I already know I won’t like this woman, mostly because Kevin’s so sure I will. I hate it when someone assumes I’m going to like something—then I hate it out of spite. To this day, I don’t like that Christmas Story movie simply from all the hype surrounding it while I was growing up. I’ve never seen it, and never want to, either. Part of the reason I still like Harry Potter despite the fact that everyone else in the entire world does, too, is because I started reading it before it took off. I was into Harry before Harry was cool.
Though I’m sure Lori jumped on the Hogwarts Express with the rest of the world. She was probably one of those people who camped out at the bookstores at midnight t
