Paul's Story, Part 3


The limo dropped us off in front of The Plaza and we all filed out. Gordon and Karen were making a show of being overly civilized, opening doors and take each others' arms with great flourishes. I looked bland compared to them, but I think Wendy was happy. When we went into the ballroom, it was harder to find a table than I'd expected. Wendy had said she wanted me to find a place far from David because he was sitting at a table with some other people who were mad at her. Well, they weren't really that mad at her; they were just sort of annoyed that she was going to the prom with me instead of with them. A lot of people would have asked Wendy, but they were waiting what they thought was an appropriate amount of time before they asked her. By then, she'd come to me upset, wondering what she'd do for a prom date, and I popped the big question. So that's that. I don't think they were really mad at either of us, but it wouldn't be a great loss if we didn't sit near them. Anyway, the dinner was nothing to speak of, especially for Karen. She was waiting forever to get a vegetarian dinner, but she said she wouldn't mind if Wendy and I wanted to dance. We left Karen alone with Gordon and went out to the middle of the ballroom to meet up with a bunch of our friends. And there, in the middle of the group was Tom, one of the guys I mentioned before, and he left the moment he saw Wendy. He walked back to the far corner table where he and David and the others were sitting, and I caught Wendy watching him. Well, now she knows how far away they are tonight.
	by Brian Tivol

The limo dropped us off in front of The Plaza and we all filed out. Gordon and Karen were making a show of being overly civilized, opening doors and take each others' arms with great flourishes. I looked bland compared to them, but I think Wendy was happy.

When we went into the ballroom, it was harder to find a table than I'd expected. Wendy had said she wanted me to find a place far from David because he was sitting at a table with some other people who were mad at her.

Well, they weren't really that mad at her; they were just sort of annoyed that she was going to the prom with me instead of with them. A lot of people would have asked Wendy, but they were waiting what they thought was an appropriate amount of time before they asked her. By then, she'd come to me upset, wondering what she'd do for a prom date, and I popped the big question. So that's that. I don't think they were really mad at either of us, but it wouldn't be a great loss if we didn't sit near them.

Anyway, the dinner was nothing to speak of, especially for Karen. She was waiting forever to get a vegetarian dinner, but she said she wouldn't mind if Wendy and I wanted to dance. We left Karen alone with Gordon and went out to the middle of the ballroom to meet up with a bunch of our friends.

And there, in the middle of the group was Tom, one of the guys I mentioned before, and he left the moment he saw Wendy. He walked back to the far corner table where he and David and the others were sitting, and I caught Wendy watching him. Well, now she knows how far away they are tonight.

by Brian Tivol