"Babe, he's not going to bite, and neither is his family." He couldn't stop laughing at me over lunch. I'd met him at Fifth's after taking Emmy to the doctor-another dose of potent antibiotics while we detox and wait for lab results and hoped it didn't get worse.
"But when I agreed to this stuff, it was supposed to be business types of things, not personal outings," I whined.
"Same difference. None of his family lives here, so you ride an hour there, do the whole reunion crap, pretend to be his date, and come home. Why is it such a big deal?"
"How am I supposed to pretend to be anything other than a friend to Max? I don't know him any better than I know Willum. This stuff being business-related is what makes doing this easy. No one really knows anyone else. I mean, a few people may, but
