Stay! Speak! CHAPTER 39 ADDIE HAD NEVER SEEN A MORE SPECTACULAR SIGHT THAN THE Floyds’ house all lit up for the party—even the scene of the blues festival downtown couldn’t compare. The outside of the house was decorated in blue and gold lights, and there seemed to be a constant stream of cars pulling into the long, winding driveway. “Where am I going to park my car? That field over there on the right?” Addie asked Warren. “I don’t know. Follow Wanda and Neil.” “I can’t see them. It’s raining too hard.” “You’ve got an umbrella in here, right?” “No.” Warren turned to her, his horrified expression evident even in the darkness of the car. “What kind of a person doesn’t keep an umbrella in her car?” His face was so preposterous that Addie had to laugh. In that moment, she was glad she’d been pestered into coming to the party. She could leave her packing for tomorrow. By the time Addie and Warren made it to the front porch, they were soaked to the bone.
