“That’s my sister Karen.”
“Ohhh.” Russ waited out Joel’s pregnant pause. Finally, Joel said, “She seeing anybody?”
“Married.” Russ wanted to punch the people who had asked that question, all four of them so far. He hated office parties. And he hadn’t expected the single men to circle his sister like a bunch of goddamned sharks. In fact, Joel’s red nose suggested he had been partaking a little too heavily of the cash bar.
Karen came back with two crackers coated in something pink that looked suspiciously fishy. … Read the rest