Mac was eating out of one of the chip bags, and Laura and Tif were leaning against the kitchen counter, giggling together about something. Him, Glen decided, since they stopped their yuck-it-up fest at the sight of him. “I see you got the ice okay,” Laura observed. “No problemo.” “I guess you’ve got everything under control, then.” If that was supposed to be an observation on how well he was coping, it hadn’t come out right. It sounded more like a taunt. “Of course I do,” Glen said. “You women make such a big deal out of having a party. Some chips, some beer, and some party ice, and you’re set. Nothing to it.” “So, where’s the booze?” Mac greeted him. “It’s coming,” Glen said. He ripped open the ice bag and dumped its contents into the bucket. “Go get the beer and wine out of the fridge and put ’em in there.” “What do I look like, the maid?” Mac joked. “You’re too ugly,” Glen retorted. He let Mac fill the drinks bucket while he started pulling bowls out of the cupboard.
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