Frances sighed. He wasn’t sure how he got from opening up the bottle of whiskey to drinking about a third of it but there it was.
He checked the level again, just to be sure. Yup, a third gone. His mouth felt dry like a desert and it had the most disgusting feel to it. Also, his head ached. He had a horrible night with his mother; she was screaming at him about his grades and he wanted something to numb him a little. And then Faron tried to stop the fighting and was told to “mind your own business, little bitch” by their mother. Yeah, that would do it.
