i tell them no, sorry, i won't
be coming to your
garden party. cringing at
the thought of small talk
for hours with strangers
and eating cucumbers on
crackers.
have fun, i tell them.
but they won't take
no for an answer.
he calls, she calls.
they tell me how long
they've prepared for this
day, the food,
the decorations, the music.
it won't be the same without you.
you just have to come.
there's so many people
we want you to meet.
so many pretty single
women with trust funds.
former fitness models
and cheerleaders,
yoga instructors. there's a nurse,
Amber, i think her name
is, who used to be a dancer
in the Rockettes.
okay, okay, i tell them.
let me look at my calendar.
is eight o'clock, ok?
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