Enough about Gillian for right now. Back to Dunne’s book. Jason hasn’t read Enchanted Enchanterand slinks out of the group, dismissing the chatter about the tome. Truth be told, he hasn’t read a single book by Harold Dunne and doesn’t intend to. Jason’s a James Patterson and Anne Rice kind of reader. He doesn’t spend extra hours reading frou-frou stuff where people fall in love, break up, and fall in love again. What a waste of time. Mysteries, thrillers, and slice-and-dice novels are more his speed.
Eventually dinner is served: for starters there is a coconut couscous salad; the main course is ginger shrimp, stuffed tomatoes, and carrot and poppy seed bake; and dessert offers brown bread ice cream, which is far too sweet for Jason to enjoy, eating only half of the cup.
Jason’s casserole is untouched during the dinner. In fact, Gillian leaves it in the kitchen. No love lost. Shit happens among friends and new acquaintances. The evening rolls on.
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