The party was out of control. I didn’t recognize everyone.
Mother would know if furniture was shifted.
I rolled the rug up, marking the corners on the floor with tape.
Cars went up the street the wrong way. Someone broke a dining chair. I collected empties in a garbage bag.
We put the rug back and superglued the leg.
Two months later at a birthday party, I told my friend Philip to sit in the chair and “break” it.
My parents didn’t find out about the party until my husband told them after I turned 40.
They still don’t believe him.