Not a Zombie

Evie

“I know how much you hate wearing the suit and mingling. Some of the events might be black tie. Do you have a tuxedo?”

He groaned. “I’m afraid to answer that.”

“You do,” I surmised. “A man like you would have to own one. How often do you get roped into benefits and fancy gatherings?”

He shrugged. “Not as much as I used to. In the beginning, I was more open to shaking hands with the people I needed to buy my designs. I shook a lot of hands. I couldn’t turn down an invitation and risk coming off as rude or ungrateful.”

“But now, you don’t have to?”

“No, not really. I still do some because I do like to support a good cause. I just don’t stay all night. I show up, drink some champagne, shake a few hands, write a check, and get the hell home.”

“It’s nice that you show up.”

“What about you?” he asked.

“What about me?”

“Do you go to parties and benefits? Ones that you are not putting together. Just as a guest.”

I thought about it. I had been to so many parties and big gatherings, they t