I smiled. "Could be a bit tough. With your school and all and me trying to get another book written."
"So when?"
"Friday?"
"Time?"
I shrugged. "Depends on what you want to do."
Marisa paused, biting her lip and looking at the ceiling. Then she turned to me, her face a combination of challenge and trepidation.
"I want to meet your friends," she said.
"My friends?"
"Those people you went to school with. The ones you went and partied with that one Friday. You said they meet most Fridays."
I hesitated. There was a strong chance that Allie or Kristen or both would be at the get together this Friday. It was at Chumly McWhorter's place, and they were both close with Chumly's wife Darla.
"Is there a reason you're not saying yes?" she said. The trepidation was now gone, her face all chall
