2017, Spring
Marie and Evelyn sit on the rooftop of their hotel, sharing a bottle of whiskey, alone.
A draft begins, as it always does, a conversation starter of nonsense neither girls care too much about. Speak of nails and grades, hair and boys.
“Do you remember that one time, back home, when we stole a bottle of whiskey from that gas station and sat in an alley laughing about it?” Marie ...
