Party!

The phone rings just as I am studying the photograph. I answer.

"Hi, it's Elsa Carlssen!" comes the reply. "Hey, my parents are out of town this week. But we're having a party at our place tonight and we were wondering if you wanted to come? We want to welcome you to White Hills!"

"That sounds cool," I say. "You want me to bring anything?"

"Just you," she answers sweetly. "We can't wait to meet you! You're famous already!"

After I hang up, I resist the urge to beat off right then and there. Gonna need that batter for the Carlssen girls, I decide...

That night, I dress ghetto-fabulous and head over to visit the Carlssen house...