<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Todd Wilson on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/todd-wilson/</link><description>Recent content in Todd Wilson on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2004 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/todd-wilson/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Party Perils</title><link>/stories/2004/06/10/party-perils/</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2004 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2004/06/10/party-perils/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;C&amp;rsquo;mon, Holly, I could really use your help this weekend,&amp;rdquo; insisted
Dina to her friend Holly as they sat in a restaurant having lunch. &amp;ldquo;There&amp;rsquo;s
no way I could handle my niece Emily&amp;rsquo;s party by myself.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &amp;ldquo;What happened to her parents?&amp;rdquo; asked Holly skeptically. The last
thing she wanted to spend her weekend was chaperoning a bunch of bratty
children. &amp;ldquo;Aren&amp;rsquo;t they the ones throwing this party?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &amp;ldquo;They can&amp;rsquo;t,&amp;rdquo; said Dina. &amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s why they asked me. Emily&amp;rsquo;s Dad&amp;rsquo;s
a detective and got called in at the last minute to be part of some security
detail that weekend, and Emily&amp;rsquo;s Mom&amp;rsquo;s a veterinarian who also got called
to pull a double shift at the hospital the same day.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>