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I giggle as I weave a bit along the road toward Gammy’s. I’m a bit sloshed. A wee bit, that’s all. Will he think it funny? What will Baby do? I’m a git; the lamb won’t notice. I laugh at my own madness.
I’m there on the porch before I realize my colossal error. I fix what’s wrong and stash the evidence inside the tiny pocket on the front of my pans. Then I knock. I’m transfixed by my own fist moving.
I giggle when he opens the door. I watch as his lips bend into a frown and his blue eyes widen. “Finley. Are you…drinking?”
I’m howling.
It’s right hilarious how startled he looks. “Anna’s fault,” I wheeze between cackles as I clutch his shirt. His arm goes around me. “What did she give you?”
“Wine.”
He laughs. “What kind of wine was it?”
“The whining kind.” I dissolve into giggles again, and he scoops me up and carries me into the kitchen, where he sets me at the table. I giggle further as I wobble in my chair.
“Hold onto the table.” He laughs, shaking his head. “Siren. This is a surprise.”
“I’m such a git!”
I hear him chuckle behind me.
“Am I annoying?”
“You?”
I nearly fall again as I look over my shoulder at him.
“C’mon, Siren.” He steps to me, and I feel his arm hand on my shoulder. “Hold onto that table for me, okay? I don’t want my Finny getting hurt.”
I giggle.
He looks into my eyes, and I watch as his lips curve slowly upward. “I think you need some water.”
I belch softly. My hand slaps over my mouth. I hear his low laugh, followed by the sound of water running. “Don’t worry, I’ve got ya covered.”
He sits beside me with a tall glass of water and two small, round M&Ms.
“Advil.” His strong-looking fingers push it toward me.
“Advil.” I pout. “So…I swallow them?” I rub one with my fingertip.
“Siren, Siren…” He picks up the pills. “Are you pill first or water first?”
I tilt my head. “I don’t quite follow.”
“When you’re taking something.”
I laugh, airy. “I don’t know. I take nothing.”
“Let’s do the pill first. Then you drink a little water, wash it down.”
I love his face as he helps me. “You’re so good-looking. It should be a sin.” My eyelids feel so weighted suddenly. “I suppose it is.” My words sound slurred.
“How much of the bottle did Anna have?” I hear him ask it distantly.
“Not much. Because her breasts are VIPs.”
He chuckles. “Are they?”
