When we pulled into the parkin’ lot of the 4-H
conference center, I was suddenly glad that my prom was bein’ held before Edward’s. The conference center buildin’ couldn’t hold
a candle to the elegant hotel in downtown Philadelphia where we’d be the next
weekend, but still, the wooded settin’ on the banks of the lake was quite
beautiful in its own way.
All that day, Edward had been tense and
broodin’. His mood didn’t improve after we’d
arrived at prom; if anything, it got worse.
In the past, he’d used bourbon or another liquor of choice to cope when
he was upset, so my nerves were on edge all evenin’, worryin’ that he’d make a trip
out to his car and come back smellin’ of alcohol.
It never happened.
That’s not to say however that the evenin’ still
didn’t end badly.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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