“Hey, I know what will perk up your day,” Cherry said after a while. I eyed her skeptically. There was too much false cheer in her voice for my liking.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“You should come over to my house for a dinner party tonight.”
I groaned. I knew it. I knew she hadn’t come to my apartment and cleaned and made breakfast out of the kindness of her heart. The whole thing had been a set up.
“Is this a dinner party with Paul’s friends?”
“Cherry,” I groaned again. Paul was boring enough on his own, but his friends were practically insufferable. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Come on, Augie,” she said. “You’ve never given them a chance. They’re all really nice. Besides, Paul asked me to ask you to come.”
Paul was fond of me. God only knew why. We had nothing in common. Talking to him was about as fun as going to the dentist.
“Cherry, this is practically the worst day ever for me to go to one of Paul’s dinner parties,” I said.
“Take a nap this afternoon,” she replied. “Then take a shower. You’ll feel a lot better after that.” When I hesitated, she sensed a crack in the wall of my resolve. “I’ll love you forever.”
I huffed out a laugh. “You already love me forever,” I said. She pouted at me. “Fine. Fine, I’ll come.”
Squealing, she clapped her hands excitedly.
“Thanks, Augie. You’re the best!”
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