We always go to Frank and Jeff’s Halloween party.” I thought Jenny was going to stomp her foot at me. She was whining like a two year-old. “It’s one of the best parties of the year!” “I don’t want to go. Besides, you have Mark to go with this year. You won’t even know I’m not there.” “Ah, yes I will know. I’ll be worried about you here alone the entire night.” “I’ll be fine, Jenny,” I sighed. “I don’t want to dress up and go to a party where people think they have free reign to bump into and cop a feel just because they’re wearing a mask and I won’t know who they are.” “It’s been a month.” “I know and I don’t want to talk about it. This isn’t about Rivers.” “Okay. Whatever.” “Your parents having their normal holiday torture event this year?” I looked at Jenny and smiled.
