The gathering (party?) with Ella’s friends lasted for quite awhile. Despite feeling the old man in the group, I enjoyed their banter, their discussions of the future, their love of good wine (and whiskey), and their general intelligence. Naturally, I was more drawn to the women, though I could see Jeremy’s natural charm and grace.
By ten o’clock or so, we were all tired of talking and in that chill part of the evening, with food and wine rounding any sharp edges. Jeremy looked at Ellen and she nodded, and they got up together. “Ellen rode with me, and I’m tired, so we’re going to head out,” he said. I escorted them to the door, thanking them for coming – a firm handshake from him and a pleasant hug and kiss on the cheek from Ellen. “See you soon, we hope, Mr. _______,” she said, as they departed.
I turned back to the room, finding Monica and Ella chatting together on the couch. “Dad,” said my daughter, “Monica has had a bit too much to drink, and really shouldn’t drive.” I looked at Monica, and she shrugged sheepishly. I said, “Well, why don’t you girls hang out, and I’ll put the parking pass in her car so it doesn’t get towed.” “Oh, you’re the best,” said Monica, handing me her keys. I grabbed the guest pass and left to put it in her car. They were giggling together on the couch as I shut the door.