Leventhal shot her a peeved look. “You don’t know for sure what I’m doing because I don’t know for sure, I might be a sports agent.” His eyes dropped to his phone. An index finger tapped the side lovingly before touching the screen and lighting it up.
Milo said, “How about holding off for a sec.”
“Why?”
“We’re having a conversation.”
“That what this is?”
“Taw-odd! Be nice to them!”
Leventhal said, “What? They’re not being nice to us. They think we know something about what happened.”
Amadpour said, “No, they don’t.” To Milo: “You don’t think that, right? All we did was throw a party.”
Leventhal huffed.
I said, “Any problems at the party?”
Shirin Amadpour cocked a hip. Black hair swooshed. “Nope, it was totally perfect.”
Leventhal said, “We don’t have problems. We get the right people.”
“As staff or guests?”
“Both.”
Milo said, “How do you build your invitation list?”
“List?” The boy snickered. “Yeah, we make a stone list. Like the Babylonians with their hydroglyphics.”
Amadpour said, “We use the Sosh-Net. Like two days before.”
Leventhal said, “Everyone who comes, we want. We don’t, we use football players from the U. to tell them bye-bye.”
“We’re careful,” said Amadpour. Pouting. “We try really hard.”
Leventhal shot her a peeved look. “We don’t try, we succeed. The money keeps out you-know-who.”
Milo said, “Who?”
“Ha.”
I said, “Forty for guys, twenty for girls.”
“We might go forty-five next time. Even fifty.”
Amadpour said, “But probably keep the girls at twenty.”
Leventhal said, “Maybe twenty-five.”
I said, “So nothing unusual happened Friday?”
“Nah, Friday was easy-peasy,” said Leventhal. “Agency said no cars, there’s too much dirt on the property, which was cool, made it easier, the football players could filter at the street.”
“Anyone argue with them?”
“Nope.”
