her head and took the outstretched joint.
“So, have you seen any of the old gang? Joel or Brian?”
“Joel moved to Philadelphia to play in some band. I haven’t seen him since high school. Brian is at Penn State studying accounting.”
“Ack, Brian and his fucking numbers.”
“Yeah.”
“How ‘bout Olivia?”
“Pregnant.”
“Pregnant?” Matt laughed, “Would I know who the daddy is?”
“Nah, some hippy artist guy from Pittsburgh.”
“Oh, I bet her father’s pissed as hell.”
“Of course , why do you think she did it?”
They laughed and Hannah was calm. Once in awhile, the yard would spin.”
“What about you? You work with Bob now?”
“Yeah, I’ve been doing that for a few months. How about you?”
“I work with Bob’s wife, Donna, down at City Hall.”
“Oh, that’s cool.”
“Yeah, it’s a pretty decent job…boring. The hours are good, so I’m not complaining.”
There were a few minutes when they didn’t speak, but nervously drank their beers.
Hannah staggered a little bit and almost fell. Matt grabbed her arm, “Whoa! Be careful.”
“Thanks. I’m drunk as hell.”
“You’d better not drive home.”
“Yeah, I’d better not.”
“Where do you live now?”
“Downtown.” She nodded her head, trying to move the awkward conversation along.
“Yeah, me too.”
“Oh, that’s cool.” She kept nodding, but it didn’t speed things up.
“Yeah.”
“Listen, if you want, I can drive you home. I know you probably are still scared of me, but I swear, I’m a different person now, and if you’d ask Bob, he’d vouch for me. He’s known me for months. He even helped get me my job.”
“Wow, that’s impressive, he wouldn’t even do that for his son.”
“Yeah, we’ve been cool for a long time. So, can I drive you home?”
“I—I don’t know.”
“Aw, c’mon. My ride left without me. I could really use a lift downtown.”
“Your ride left you?”
“Yeah, he was drunk though, so I think he forgot about me. I’ve been looking for someone to take me home for the past hour. I promise—you have nothing to be afraid of.”
Hannah hesitated, “Okay.”
“Cool. Really?” Matt smiled and looked happy.
“Yeah. As soon as you’re ready, I’m about to pass out.”
“Okay, my jacket’s over on that chair, I’ll be right back.” Matt trotted off, and Hannah dug deep into her little red purse for a bottle of pills. She opened them, dumped six into her palm, and swallowed them with her beer. Xanax and alcohol shouldn’t be mixed—and Hannah knew this, but it stopped her from having a panic attack.
Matt came back and smiled at her. After they said goodbye to Donna and Bob, they walked to Hannah’s car. Hannah was still sipping from her bottle of beer when the car turned onto the highway. She finished it and tossed it out the car window, briefly sticking her head out so she could feel the wind on her face. As soon as she plopped back into her seat, she passed out.
Matt couldn’t wake her as he entered the city. He knew he could check her purse for her driver’s license to find her address, but then he’d have to find a ride home from her house or walk. He pulled behind his house and parked the car. He got out, unlocked his back door, and returned for Hannah. For a minute, he considered leaving her in the car to sleep, but sighed as he slung her over his shoulder and carried her inside.
CHAPTER 6
Emulsion
“Will you show me your scars?” Matt asked as he tugged her pants off.
Hannah didn’t answer him. He ran a greedy finger along the splintered paths of her healed wounds. His crooked finger tugged the crotch of her underwear to the side.
“Did you shave for me?”
Hannah didn’t hear him. He knew she hadn’t shaved for him— the slut kept herself bare for a devil called opportunity. My, how she’d grown. Matt rubbed the outside of his jeans. This was easy for him.
He leaned into her
“So, have you seen any of the old gang? Joel or Brian?”
“Joel moved to Philadelphia to play in some band. I haven’t seen him since high school. Brian is at Penn State studying accounting.”
“Ack, Brian and his fucking numbers.”
“Yeah.”
“How ‘bout Olivia?”
“Pregnant.”
“Pregnant?” Matt laughed, “Would I know who the daddy is?”
“Nah, some hippy artist guy from Pittsburgh.”
“Oh, I bet her father’s pissed as hell.”
“Of course , why do you think she did it?”
They laughed and Hannah was calm. Once in awhile, the yard would spin.”
“What about you? You work with Bob now?”
“Yeah, I’ve been doing that for a few months. How about you?”
“I work with Bob’s wife, Donna, down at City Hall.”
“Oh, that’s cool.”
“Yeah, it’s a pretty decent job…boring. The hours are good, so I’m not complaining.”
There were a few minutes when they didn’t speak, but nervously drank their beers.
Hannah staggered a little bit and almost fell. Matt grabbed her arm, “Whoa! Be careful.”
“Thanks. I’m drunk as hell.”
“You’d better not drive home.”
“Yeah, I’d better not.”
“Where do you live now?”
“Downtown.” She nodded her head, trying to move the awkward conversation along.
“Yeah, me too.”
“Oh, that’s cool.” She kept nodding, but it didn’t speed things up.
“Yeah.”
“Listen, if you want, I can drive you home. I know you probably are still scared of me, but I swear, I’m a different person now, and if you’d ask Bob, he’d vouch for me. He’s known me for months. He even helped get me my job.”
“Wow, that’s impressive, he wouldn’t even do that for his son.”
“Yeah, we’ve been cool for a long time. So, can I drive you home?”
“I—I don’t know.”
“Aw, c’mon. My ride left without me. I could really use a lift downtown.”
“Your ride left you?”
“Yeah, he was drunk though, so I think he forgot about me. I’ve been looking for someone to take me home for the past hour. I promise—you have nothing to be afraid of.”
Hannah hesitated, “Okay.”
“Cool. Really?” Matt smiled and looked happy.
“Yeah. As soon as you’re ready, I’m about to pass out.”
“Okay, my jacket’s over on that chair, I’ll be right back.” Matt trotted off, and Hannah dug deep into her little red purse for a bottle of pills. She opened them, dumped six into her palm, and swallowed them with her beer. Xanax and alcohol shouldn’t be mixed—and Hannah knew this, but it stopped her from having a panic attack.
Matt came back and smiled at her. After they said goodbye to Donna and Bob, they walked to Hannah’s car. Hannah was still sipping from her bottle of beer when the car turned onto the highway. She finished it and tossed it out the car window, briefly sticking her head out so she could feel the wind on her face. As soon as she plopped back into her seat, she passed out.
Matt couldn’t wake her as he entered the city. He knew he could check her purse for her driver’s license to find her address, but then he’d have to find a ride home from her house or walk. He pulled behind his house and parked the car. He got out, unlocked his back door, and returned for Hannah. For a minute, he considered leaving her in the car to sleep, but sighed as he slung her over his shoulder and carried her inside.
CHAPTER 6
Emulsion
“Will you show me your scars?” Matt asked as he tugged her pants off.
Hannah didn’t answer him. He ran a greedy finger along the splintered paths of her healed wounds. His crooked finger tugged the crotch of her underwear to the side.
“Did you shave for me?”
Hannah didn’t hear him. He knew she hadn’t shaved for him— the slut kept herself bare for a devil called opportunity. My, how she’d grown. Matt rubbed the outside of his jeans. This was easy for him.
He leaned into her
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