My good buddy’s parents gave us permission to use their house for a spring-break party.

Steve and I are college sophomores. We don’t get back home too often, so his folks were being generous with the use of their house. But the party went south quick when the cops had to come to break up a fight. Once the police had left, Steve went off to contemplate his fate, leaving me alone with his younger sister Karen, who’s a freshman at a local community college.

We’d both had quite a bit to drink. We sat slumped on the couch among a mess of broken furniture, beer cans, and leftover food. I was wondering what Steve’s parents would say when they came home in the morning. Karen said, “Why do you look so sad? Steve is the one Dad’s going to kill, not you.” I nodded and sipped... Read More