Don’t forget the dinner party this evening. Dillon will be broken if you don’t bring him. He loves my dinner parties. Please don’t forget him. If you do, neither of us will hear the end of it.
Almost forgot. Stay by your phone. I might need you to pick up something for tonight. A last minute item or two or three. Small things. You know how crazy it gets when you’re throwing a dinner party. You can’t tell me you don’t know.
He reads the texts again, starting with the one about driving. Bottom line: Gillian’s one of the worst drivers on the planet. No joke. Jason knows that she probably cut the cow off on Route 29.
As for the dinner party at Gillian’s flat, he’ll be there. But Dillon has to work, attending some mandatory meeting about safety gun use. He did tell Jason this morning, “If the meeting ends early, I’ll try to make the gathering. Otherwise I probably can’t make it. You’ll have to calm Gillian down for me.” Fair enough.