LUCAS JONES
I just got to the club where Cassie is and I have no idea where she is sitting with her friends. Just when I decide to go up to my office to do something quickly before I find her so we could leave, Gina comes shouting my name down the hallway.
“Uncle Lucas! Uncle Lucas!” She stops breathlessly.
And she is drunk. If she is this drunk, I wonder how my dear wife is looking right now.
“Gina? Is there a problem?” I ask.
“A very big one. I can’t find her... its been twenty minutes, and I just can’t find her!” She starts crying and explains herself in an inaudible way just as a drunk person would.
She is mumbling with her hands and I don’t understand anything she is saying.
“God. Show me where my wife is. If you are the way you are right now; what level is my wife?”
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