if this is it

"Is this like a party?" Ellie was asking. She was holding on to Charlie who had a runny nose. She had one herself.

"Dinner party." Nick reminded her. "Just Sunday dinner. Except at 6, like usual." They always had roast beef or chicken. Something decent to gorge themselves on. With all the fix'ns. Everyone chipped in.

"And you invited Eric?" She guessed she was OK with it.

"I thought Liv would be sad or something, not you. She's fine with it." Nick and Heath were putting a stew together at the moment. A nice warm cozy meal. Heath was making biscuits. He was talking to Charlie who seemed fascinated how he mixed ingredients together.

"Won't he be like the 3rd wheel, or something." Ellie winced. It didn't seem fair to have everyone coupled, but him.

"I'll ask around, OK. Um, I think Bridget's sister might be in. Should I ask if they could come?" Nick looked at her.

"I dunno."

"That Bridget is sex bomb, who would have thunk it?" Roger was peeling potatoes. He edged in on the conversation. "Who knows, her sister could be a prostitute of some kind."

"She's a bio-chem major." Nick glared at Roger as if to shut him up. Ellie just smiled. This dinner might be fun. They'd said Ravi and Bridget were a riot at Halloween.