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There was shame in the room. The place was colored with it. The boy sat in the corner, his head bowed. Next to him, an empty bag of Doritos.

The party was civilized, with chablis and shrimp cocktail, the buzz of adult conversation around the pool. Poor Mr. Lee showed up in a toga.

Jones invites the boys over for poker. He plies them with drink. But when he says, My wife makes great lemon muffins, the exodus is massive.

He threw up and washed his face and then he buffed his shoes and returned to the table. They had just served desert. I love brunch, he said.