“Aren’t you supposed to be at Shawna’s party?” Mia asks him, still standing in the same spot. I’m waiting for him to make an excuse, dodge the question, and shuffle out at the speed of lightning, but Mr. Monroe is full of surprises. He walks over to Mia, motions for the bag in her hands - which she gives to him, eyeing him with a bewildered expression - then plops down on the couch, right next to me. “Nope,” he tells her, not bothering to turn around and look at her. “I’m right where I want to be.”
