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apologize, when they both look at me questioningly. “It’s just you both do that…arrange each bite so carefully.”
    “Oh, really?” Drifter asks, glancing at Marcus’s fork.
    “It’s just that it tastes best that way…you get a little bit of each food,” Marcus explains.
    “Exactly,” Drifter confirms.
    “Right, of course,” I reply, trying to wipe the grin off my face.
    “You know,” Marcus says, “I also picked up this bottle of Knob Creek while I was out. Should we do a little tasting?”
    “I don’t know…” I demur.
    “Come on,” Marcus says, “It’s Friday…you have work tomorrow?”
    “Well, sometimes I do on weekends…but not tomorrow,” I admit.
    Drifter smiles at me. We’ve both been working so hard lately…I guess it has been a little while since we just had a fun night.
    Four “tastings” later and I am more than buzzed. Actually, I am lying on the carpet in the living room trying to get the dogs to stop licking my face.
    Drifter and Marcus have completely overtaken me, drink-wise. I try to do the math of how much larger Drifter is than me.
    “Forty percent or more…right?” I say out loud.
    “What?” Drifter asks, looking at me dumbfounded.
    “You’re like that much bigger than me, so you can drink that much more than me, and that’s why you’re up there,” I point to the table, where he and Marcus are still sitting, “and I’m down here.”
    Marcus and Drifter look at each other and burst out laughing.
    “You laughing at me?” I ask narrowing my eyes at them.
    “I would never,” Drifter replies, grinning at me.
    “You’re laughing at me,” I accuse him, standing up.
    “Uh-oh. I recognize that face,” Drifter says, eyeing me nervously. “Violet, whatever you’re about to do…maybe don’t.”
    He knows me well. I jump forward and grab the half-full bottle of bourbon and sprint out the back sliding door into the yard. The dogs run after me before Drifter and Marcus have time to register what I’m doing.
    “Violet!” Drifter yells after me, laughing. “Get back here!”
    The back yard is completely dark, save for some light from the moon, and I’m not wearing any shoes. I didn’t plan this too well. I slow down and the dogs trot next to me, feeling the dry grass poke between my toes. I glance back and see Drifter and Marcus silhouetted against the yellow light from the house.
    “Violet, do you even have shoes on?” Drifter calls out.
    I giggle. I get in this mood sometimes when I’ve been drinking, I feel so antsy, like there’s fire in my blood. I stroll further into the darkness and take a swig from the bottle. The fiery liquid burns as it courses down my throat and settles in my belly. I take a deep breath, the scent of the night and dry earth flooding my senses.
    I hear movement from the house and glance behind me. Drifter and Marcus have split up and are fanning out from the door. Probably in an effort to trap me and get their precious liquor back. I smile and click my tongue softly to the dogs. They expect me to run, but I’m going to hide.
    I duck behind a line of scraggly bushes on the side of our property, near the fence. We had it planted right after we moved in so Kalb and Scout could run around out here without running away. I settle back against the wood slats. The dogs stand next to me, breathing their dog breath in my face, until I pat the ground. They lie down with a huff and Scout puts his head in my lap.
    I take another sip of the Knob Creek and look around the yard for the Burrell brothers. I can just see Marcus approaching from about 20 feet away, the grey moonlight reflecting off of his light grey t-shirt. I wonder where he went today.
    I lay my free hand on Kalb’s stomach so that he doesn’t move and give me away. Now I can see Drifter circling around to meet Marcus. They end up just ten feet from where I’m sitting.
    “Where is she?” Marcus asks.
    “She’ll turn up,” Drifter says, and I can hear a smile in his