I was helping my girlfriend to chaperone her daughter’s slumber party. It was wonderful to be back in with young girls talking excitedly about their crushes and to hear the high school gossip which seems to have only changed names since I was the one talking about such things with my own girlfriends. It is comforting that some things never changed. As the hour got later more personal secrets began to be shared and the risk level rose. They snuck into the wine cabinet. We saw but chose to act like we didn’t wanting to see where it led.
Soon we had girls asleep and others jumping on beds while others began to get emotional. One girl, Kaitlyn slipped away with tears in her eyes and I followed her to the dark quietness of a back bedroom.