QUOTE : She was unhappy. I’d made her unhappy. Making Jennifer unhappy was officially the worst feeling in the world, right up there with disappointing my brother Billy and seeing my sister cry.<br /><br />So I blurted, “Have you ever done a cookiestand?”<br /><br />She shook her head, sniffing, turning away from me to grab two cups.<br /><br />“What’s that?” Her voice was rough.<br /><br />“It’s like a keg stand, but with cookies.”<br /><br />Jenn’s movements stilled. She blinked. A new frown formed, but this one was thoughtful, not miserable.<br /><br />“You mean where those people do a handstand and drink beer?”<br /><br />“That’s right. But with cookies.”<br /><br />“That sounds awful.”<br /><br />“At least you don’t get crumbs on your shirt.” I bit into the third cookie.<br /><br />“Yes, but,” Jenn shook her head, a hesitant smile claiming her luscious lips, “then they’d go up your nose.”<br /><br />“That’s the best part. You can save them for later.