“So…um…we’ve got a bit of a hitch,” Freddy said, going for casual and missing the mark by a mile.
“Hitch in what?” Victor said, popping a grape tomato into his mouth, washing it down with some scotch.
Freddy grimaced rubbing the back of his neck—a tell tale sign he was going to impart some bad news. “Remember when I said my mom wanted to surprise everyone by showing up here at your Christmas party?”
“Of course,” Victor said, swirling the ice in his drink before taking a sip. “The party’s for her. Where is she anyway? Thought you were bringing her.”
“Yeah, well…surprise! She’s not coming,” Freddy said.
Victor almost choked on his scotch. “What?”