Aaron
Shortly before the party ends, I see him enter through the door, Arnold, Annie's cousin. He scans the place as if he were looking for someone. I approach him to say hello.
"Arnie, hello! Thanks for coming." The cousin smiles at me sideways. I know I'm not his favorite, but he treats me with a certain courtesy.
"Hello, Aaron. How's the party?" he asks me, and I honestly don't know what to answer. I still don't know how it went for my friend, and as for me, I'd rather not say.
"Well, I guess it's good. Would you like something to drink?" I ask him, and he just shakes his head.
"No, I'm going to my bar in a little while. Is a girl with short brown hair living here by any chance?" The only person I know who fits that description is Charlene, but I can't imagine where he knows her fr
