The night of the Xmas Party, the party he hadn’t been invited to, Barry had dressed in his fancy suit.
He met his parents in the hallway. They offered to drop him, he told them it was just down the block, he didn’t need his parents to take him.
He’d said it in such a way that it would look like he felt they were trying to baby him.
Barry left the house, walked towards the party, with a kind of confidence.
He sauntered along, made the turn, kept walking, then stopped, stopped just past the corner, somewhat hidden by the bushes and the bus stop.
He looked at the lights, heard the music and the voices, and waited.