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down earlier were probably taking effect right about
now.
    “ Would you do a fat guy from
New York a favor and dance with him?” Asked Mr. Dumpty, as he bowed
in an exaggerated manner.
    “ Why I would be delighted,”
responded Sabrina channeling Scarlett O’Hara. “I only hope your
wife won’t mind.”
    “ Nah, she’ll be fine with
it.” Mr. Dumpty turned around to make sure his wife was busy
flirting with a cocktail waiter.
    Mr. Dumpty clumsily escorted Sabrina to
the floor where he proceeded to hold her close to him and blatantly
stare at her chest. Well at least one guest was taken care of I
thought. I started to relax and sway to the music when I realized
someone was missing. Wait, where was the Dumpty’s son? Amidst the
cocktails and dancing, the Dumptys seemed to have forgotten about
him. He was nowhere in sight, so I decided to interrupt Mrs.
Dumpty’s flirt session.
    “ Excuse me, Mrs. Dumpty,” I
tapped her on the shoulder.
    “ Wait a minute,” she slurred
without turning around. “You really can balance a spoon on your
nose? Nah, I don’t believe you,” she challenged the
waiter.
    “ Mrs. Dumpty,” I tried
again. “Where’s Ben?”
    “ Ben? Who’s Ben? His name is
Andy, isn’t it?” She pinched the waiter’s cheek and licked her
thin, dry lips.
    I was horrified, how could she not even
remember her own son. “Ben, your son,” I reminded her.
    “ Oh, right. He must be
sitting in some corner somewhere,” she offered. “He loves
corners.”
    “ Thanks,” I halfheartedly
muttered as I went to search for Ben. If anything happened to him,
I knew that the Dumptys would blame Darkwood, and I would be the
one held responsible. That would mean sayonara summer job and hello
homelessness. I searched all corners of the ballroom but couldn’t
find Ben. The Gopals were engaged in lively conversation with Ms.
Mae who seemed to be enjoying herself. There was no point getting
her involved.
    “ Ben, Ben, are you here?” I
gently whispered while desperately scanning the dance floor. I
headed towards the spiral staircase where I thought a heard a
whimper.
    “ At least you care about
me,” breathlessly pouted a sad, little voice.
    I kneeled down and found Ben cleverly
hidden under the spiral staircase. His chubby cheeks were red, and
his beady eyes were full of tears. When he saw me, he pulled down
his Yankees baseball cap over his eyes as an attempt to hide his
weeping. “Hey Ben.” I crawled under the staircase and sat beside
him. “What’s wrong?”
    “ I came here to see the
alligator’s and the ghosts, but all mom and dad want to do is see
the hurricane,” he complained. “Here’s the swamp,” he showed me a
map of Darkwood with its swamp circled in red.
    I had to laugh. “I think you mean drink
a Hurricane.”
    “ Whatever, they never pay
attention to me anyways.”
    “ I’m sure they do,” I
offered. “After they’re done drinking their Hurricanes, I’m sure
they’ll take you to see the alligators and ghosts. There’s still
plenty of time to see them.”
    “ Tonight?” His eyes
brightened. “Look it’s not even a ten minute walk. I can read maps,
and this map tells me that we can be there in no time.”
    “ Well, maybe not tonight,
but maybe we can do something else.”
    “ I would really like a
Coke,” he requested.
    “ If that is what you would
like, that is what I will get you. Wait here, I’ll be right
back.”
    I went to the kitchen in search of
Ben’s Coke. It was still full of staff shouting at one another,
arguing over whether or not the dessert should be put out now or
later. “Hey,” I said to Ivan, even though I didn’t ever want to
talk to him. “Is there any Coke around here?”
    “ It depends what variety
you’re looking for, liquid or powder?”
    “ You know what I’m talking
about, where is the Coke?” I sharply demanded.
    “ Over there queen,” he
pointed to the counter where cans of soda were laid out. I grabbed
one without thanking