If there was one thing that ruined a party—at least as far as Jack was concerned—it was his sister.
It wasn’t that it was a bad party. One of the perks of living in a college town was the wild parties thrown for every conceivable excuse, fueled by regular trips to the liquor store and the adventurous impulses of students enjoying their first years away from home. Jack liked to avoid the more extreme ones—being 28, he’d already learned that it wasn’t the booze or the hangover that made a party great—but that still left him plenty of options for more relaxed, more mature get-togethers among the grad students and other alumni.
And who didn’t enjoy a good Halloween party? He’d pass on the costumes and prank wars, but it was still one of his favorite holidays. There was just something about it that helped people relax, as if by being given the chance to be someone else, they could really be themselves. So of course he’d accepted when his old roommate Sam reached out with an invitation. He’d been looking forward to the party all week.
But then there was his sister.