Making all his nowhere plans for nobody. Doesn’t have a point of view Knows not where he’s going to Isn’t he a bit like you and me?
It was about 11 pm when she heard a knock on the door. It was Greta.
“I just finished writing my Valedictorian speech. Will you listen to it and tell me what you think?”
But the next night it was Adam standing in front of her. It was 2 am. Mandy had been sound asleep. She was standing in her ratty nightgown. She opened the door for him. She stumbled a bit, trying to regain her waking balance. She can’t remember what she said, but she brought him to the darkened living room where she could sink into the big green velvet couch and where her nightgown could disappear in the shadows, Adam was soon on top of her, and she had to remember Greta’s instructions that when someone French kisses you, you can still breathe through your nose.
That was last weekend.
Mandy and Brittany made their way over to the picnic table. Mandy took the vodka bottle out of the bag. “Anyone bring cups?” No one had.
TJ lit up a joint, took a quick toke, and started passing it around.
“I guess we’ll just drink from the bottle,” Mandy said. “Who wants first-go?”
“I’ll take one swig, but that’s going to be it for me,” Greta said.
“I have a horse show tomorrow morning.”
“I’m going to hold back too. I have to work tomorrow, and I’m still not finished with my Senior paper,” Kiley said.
“You guys are all just so damn responsible!” Mandy said. “I am so ready to rid myself of this honor-student-AP shit!” Mandy reached for the bottle. She swallowed and felt the long burn down her throat.
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