totally would have gotten my own place by now. I hate living with my parents.”
“That bad?” William asked after a big sip of the mixed drink.
“Yes and no,” Emily told him. “It’s more about the area. They live on a farm, and
it clashes with the life that I want. Nothing about them personally, though they
can seem kind of hickish every now and then.”
“Well, at least you don’t come off as hickish,” William complimented her. Or at
least he hoped she took it as a compliment. His whole body felt warm and loose. He
tried to remember if he ate anything earlier.
“I am trying to hold it in,” Emily said, giggling. “But after a few more of these,
I may end up showing you how to milk a cow.”
“Oh, that would be cool,” William replied, not sure if it would in fact be cool to
know how to milk a cow.
Emily took another big chug from the cup, emptying it, and then set it on the
table. She leaned forward to grab the bottle of Jack.
“Are you ready for another one?”
“Not yet,” William replied, taking another small sip.
“Suit yourself,” she responded as she poured a bit too much alcohol into the cup.
After another drink, Emily asked William to put something on the TV. They went
through the VHS tapes, and she let out a shriek when she pulled out The Truman
Show.
William winced. He hoped his dad and Willow didn’t hear.
“Sorry,” she whispered loudly. She handed him the tape and stumbled back to the
couch.
William hoped the TV and VHS player still worked. It hadn’t been used since he and
his friends hung out in the basement. That was almost two years ago. He half