Whew. All was well. Finally, the knot in my stomach eased. Only ten more minutes of cocktail hour, and then I could ask everyone to take their seats. I snagged a chicken tender and ate it. And then, like some kind of horror film, Brittany dropped her wine glass and fell to the floor in convulsions. Leah pointed and let out a high-pitched cry, and then the room grew silent. Brittany’s body jerked once more and fell eerily still.
Oh shit
