Gone was the quiet she’d relished just two hours before. She sighed and entered, steeling herself for a raucous time of reunion mixed with partying. A few new folks arrived while the guys already there mixed a lethal potion of alcohol and juice in a new, clean bucket. Two women were building a huge, six-foot hero for dinner. Guess tonight’s party is at our house. Allie and Mary had arrived. Bella was due early Saturday morning. Dorrie knew Mary had had a thing for Johnny five years ago and wondered if she still did. Hell, if I still have a crush, she probably does, too. It doesn’t matter though. Because there will be a ton of new ladies here for Johnny to conquer. Forget it. Dorrie hated that her thoughts turned to gloom on such a lovely night. She ate her sandwich, listening to Mary brag about her latest promotion. Allie was unpacking. After the food was gone, the heat from the crowd drove Dorrie outside, accompanied by a glass of the multi-liquored punch. She perched on the two front steps, trying to clear her mind and simply enjoy the slight breeze cooling her off.
