“Now young man,” one of the Gwiffins said, “I have it on good ADULT authority that you started drinking before the party!” The sleeve was bunched up and pinned back, but that didn’t stop the Gwiffin from waving a big foam finger in my face. “Very immature!”
“VERY IMMATURE!” The other stilt-walkers repeated. More hoots and laughter from the assembled crowd.
I looked to Catherine, her pearly whites on full display, her face identical to her dad’s. “Did you guys plan this?”
“Don’t look at me,” Catherine said. “The Amazon asked you a question.”
“What do you have to say for yourself, young man?” The head Gwiffin repeated. “Or should I say Little boy?” Now that the lights were on I could see more of the setup. People had put out coolers upon coolers along the road, trays of food were being set up into a kind of buffet line.