'Come on girl, look alive." Lisa jerked me back to reality when she tapped my shoulder.

'This is not a mourning ceremony. Try to interact with people and stop warming the seat with your backside."

'Who's your friend Lisa?" A guy said as he approached us from behind.

Yes, she had said all that, even mentioned my backside in the presence of a strange guy who just happened to show up at the

time.

'Monica, this is Victor," She said. 'Victor, meet Monica." I eyed the ...