“Conga is my life, Mother.”
“We doing conga again?” Andrew asked with a smile.
“Not unless I get as drunk as I was last night.” Ian’s father laughed.
“You were in the conga line, Dad?”
“Oh, honey, everyone was in that line,” offered Mara.
“It was a good wedding and a great reception. Almost a shame Jessie and Stephen had to leave early,” Andrew said. “But they had other things on their mind, last night.”
“I wonder what is taking Frank so long?” asked Jess.
There was a scream from the lobby area. Ian looked over and started to run toward the lobby. Andrew and Ian’s parents looked at each other and followed, the commotion as they saw Ian tear off his jacket and fall to the ground by a body lying on the floor of the lobby. Andrew had a sinking feeling as they approached and saw Ian performing CPR on Frank, splayed out on the floor.
“Have the EMTs been called?” asked Ian of a hotel employee as they approached.
“Yes, but should you be doing that?”