Chapter 5
Can I stay? Would it be a sin? ‘Cause I can’t help falling in love with you.
Edwin sipped from his plastic cup, but the red punch didn’t taste like anything. It should have tasted like cherries or strawberries or some combination, but there was nothing. Not even the vague taste of minerals from the municipal water supply. But it felt good against his dry lips, so he kept drinking until there was nothing left.
White and blue lights swirled around the gym, moving in time with the slow rhythm of the song. Elvis didn’t sound as good as Roy Orbison, though Edwin kept that opinion to himself. Most people disagreed. Especially since even he had to admit that Elvis’s voice was full and beautiful on this record. He stood in the corner with his cup, watching the couples on the gym floor
