He looked at me ready to drive off after I got out of the car. “Annie, really, I’m not so sure about this. My confidence is pretty low right now. I mean I will go to this party, but don’t go too far away from me. I don’t want to be alone with her for long. And for god sakes, keep Jim away from the booze. He will be trashed in an hour if he is drinking.” Nate was rambling.
I slammed the door, through my hair back and laughed at him. “You are such a baby! Really Nate, it won’t be that bad. And if you need a break we can come up with a code word to get you out of there.”
He locked up the car and smirked. “That’s a great idea. Let’s use pineapple. That way people will think we are crazy when we say it and only you and I will know what it means.”
“Pineapple, really? Why not strawberry or applesauce?” I teased him.
“I hate applesauce and I can’t eat strawberries, I love them, but it screws up my stomach.” Nate answered and followed me onto the front porch where there were a few people hanging out.
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