Today is Jamie’s 14th birthday. He invited twenty young teens over for a party, what could possibly go wrong?
I forced him to whittle the invitation list down from fifty and managed to remove a few known trouble-makers along on the way. I didn’t fancy having our house trashed and Cal had already pointed out that if there was any underage drinking or smoking he’d have to do his duty and “arrest the perps”. I think he was kidding, but Jamie took him at his word.
Then I arm-twisted Jamie, with the lure of party pizzas, to let his sister invite a couple of friends so she wouldn’t be totally bored.
“But I don’t want to invite anybody,” she said when I told her.
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