I caught up with Bob and asked him if
he'd seen Matthew.
"You know, it's funny," he mused as he
filled the last empty chip bowl. "I saw him
talking to Doug. I thought I was going to
have to go over there and separate them,
but then they walked off together."
A strange hollow feeling began in my
stomach.
"What do you mean, separate them? They
were fighting?"
Bob looked at me. "No, not at all. I just
thought they might start. Everyone knows
they hate each other, and both of them
had sort of weird looks on their faces."
"Weird looks?"
"Oh, Matthew just looked really
uncomfortable and confused, and Doug
didn't have his normal clueless look. He
seemed like he was, oh, I don't know . . .
like he was daring himself to do
something. I got the sense he was going
to apologize for being such a jerk."
"Oh yeah, THAT'S likely," I said. "Why did
you invite him, anyway?"
"Hmph. I don't know. He was a good lay,
once upon a time."
I couldn't argue with that, and Bob went off
to tend to party miscellany. Not sure what
to think about the information he provided,
I decided to . . .