Guy was on the other side of the room, listening to an oddly shaped girl strumming a guitar. Bored, he waved to Amy, signaling that it was time to leave. The party was breaking up anyway. After fetching their coats, Guy and Amy said good night. Leonard said he sure hoped they’d had a lousy time and they assured him they had. It was snowing harder as they walked home. A windless snow with large flakes that stuck to everything. Amy wrapped her arm in Guy s. “Well?” “They’re kind of a strange bunch.” “I suppose. Still, a lot more interesting than your snap-crackle-and-pop crowd at the Sugar Bowl.” “I’m not so sure. “ “Don’t be asinine. Their idea of a stimulating evening is sitting around watching the ice cream melt.” “And your friends would rather sit around trading insults.”
