You might want to ignore this one. Really. xo, Amy

Saul held a finger to his lips. “Ssh, David, here he comes.”

A goofy-looking schlub with long hair walked over and raised a hand in greeting. “Hey, guys. What’s up?”

Saul cleared his throat. “Nothing much. Dave’s having a party Saturday night, we were wondering if you could make it.”

David nodded. “Maybe you could show up around eight?”

“Why, sure! What kind of party?”

David shrugged. “Just a—”

“It’s a costume party!” interrupted Saul. “Everyone’s dressing up. Make sure you wear something really outrageous.”

“That sounds great! I know just the costume I’m going to wear. This is swell, guys! Thanks! Thanks for inviting me!”

David coughed politely. “You’ll, uh, you’ll do that thing, right?”

“What, turn water into wine? Sure, if you guys want.” The little guy beamed. “I’ve never been invited to a costume party before! Catch you later—I want to start working on my outfit right away!” And he was off in a cloud of flying sandals.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” David scolded. “He’s really pretty nice, under all the geekiness.”

Saul shrugged. “I’ll tell him before the party. Say…think he’s a virgin? Maybe we could hook him up with that hooker from Magdalene. What’s her name again?”

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