way possible.
Misty's eyes widened. She looked clownish.
Her cheeks had dabs of blue paint on them and there
was a streak under her chin.
"Yeah, something to drink. That's a real good
idea," she seconded.
"Drink? You mean, alcohol?" I asked Jade. "I know you have milk and cookies," Jade
quipped.
"Oh. I think there's some liquor in the pantry," I
said. "I don't know what it is. My father was the only
one who drank it."
Jade went to look and returned with the report
that we had half a bottle of vodka and nearly a full
bottle of gin. She had the vodka in hand.
"I'll make everyone screwdrivers," she
announced, "and we'll relax before dinner."
Misty went to wash up and I called in our
dinner order, putting it on the charge card. All the
shopping, the work, the music, and laughs really had
made me feel better. Not once during the day had I
had a chance to relive the night before. As long as we
kept occupied and excited, we didn't dwell on what
we had done and what it all meant. Bigger questions
like how would we manage to continue all this once school had begun again and we were all occupied with our own little worlds didn't even come up. For now, we were all on a roller coaster and no one wanted to
do or say anything that might bring us to a dead stop. After Misty returned from cleaning her hands
and face, we gathered in the rearranged living room. I
had to admit it looked brighter and gave the
impression of being bigger by not separating the
chairs as far from the sofa. We pulled the curtains
fully open and let in the twilight, which threw a hazy