My sister always said there'd be a day when friends would be more important to the kids than anybody else. Now that my niece is in junior high, I figure pretty soon I'll have to present an ID card when I go to the house so she knows who I am.
But not yet!
I asked her if she'd play a role in a little drama. Usually, a guaranteed yes. This time: "Well, when do you want me?"
"It starts at 7 so I'll pick you up around 4:30 and take you out for dinner." Usually, the nail in the coffin. An evening, with me, dinner to boot and no little brother tagging along. What more could a girl want.
"Um, well, that's when the party is."
Party? Hello, on a school night? And what party could possibly outshine the prospect of spending an evening with me and a bunch of mystery writers?
Nope, not a boy, not even a school friend. The kid next door. The much younger kid next door. I mean, like that can compare.
So, being gracious, I tell her it's up to her. So she asks exactly what it is I want her to do.
"Well, you're going to dress up as @!X%#@! and have a small part to play and then somebody is going to murder..."
"I get murdered?"
"Well, not for real."
"Cool! Okay, yeah, I'll do it!"
And I didn't even mention the fact that there'd be food and festivities to follow.
Good to know some people just can't resist the chance to get offed at a Christmas party.