REINER
My mother wasn't happy that we had, in her exact words, allowed ourselves to be cheated out of the family temple right under our noses: at least, though, she didn't make too much of a scene. After all, even she understood there was nothing we, or she, could do to get it back. She just sulked throughout dinner, got up from the table as soon as the main course was over, and left.
In a somewhat amused silence, Dad, Becks, and I cleaned up the kitchen, treating ourselves to some ice cream at the end: after that, Becky and I said our goodnights and went over to our apartment to get changed for Jenny's 18th birthday party.
For the occasion, Izzy had organized what she herself had called “the most epic party ever” at the most popular club in town, the Mooneater. Although Jenny and I we
