Why don’tchu come sit wiff me?” “Jason, the party started only twenty minutes ago and you’re already geared up to pass out. I prefer my men just slightly above slobbering drunk,” Katie laughed. He slapped his chest in a come on, give me a chance way. Katie shook her head and wiggled through party members, giving hellos, hugs, and nods to her friends as she made her way to the kitchen. She found her hostess hovering over a large pot on the stove. Janet’s eyes lit up. “Thank God you’re here. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” “Looks to me like you’re stirring something,” Katie said, the corner of her mouth breaking into a grin. Janet had been her closest friend since college. They’d shared a dorm room together for two years, then an apartment for another four. They’d laughed at how their relationship was like something out of a movie. But their relationship was strong, had endured its own strand of horrors. Janet rolled her eyes. “Whatever, smart ass. I just stopped on my way through the kitchen to make sure the sauce wasn’t burning.
