November 2000 "It's just a little dinner party." "Uh-huh." Standing, Greg Hewitt caught the phone receiver in the crook between his shoulder and neck, holding it in place with his chin as he began to clean up his desk in preparation for leaving the office. Anne's voice had taken on a wheedling tone, which was always a bad sign. Sighing inwardly, he shook his head as his sister rattled on, telling him what she had planned for the meal and so on, all in an effort to convince him to attend. He noticed she wasn't mentioning who eise was to be at this little dinner, but suspected he already knew. Greg had no doubt it would be Anne, her husband John, and yet another single female friend she hoped to hook up with her still-single older brother. "So?" Greg paused and caught the phone in hand. He'd obviously missed something. "I'm sorry, what was that?" "So, what time can you get here tomorrow?" "I won't be coming." Before she could whine, he quickly added, "I can't. I'll be out of the country tomorrow." "What?" There was a pause, then a suspicious, "Why? Where are you going?" "Mexico. I'm going on vacation. That's why I called you in the first place. I fly out first thing in the morning for Cancun." Knowing