Chapter Fourteen
The second Friday of each month was “social night” at the clubhouse. I figured it was just what I needed after a day of contemplating the dark mind that would kill or prey on impressionable young people. I decided I might even have a drink. I am cautious drinking around Beverly and Delores, they got me drunk last year before I even knew what happened. Don’t let those grandmotherly ladies fool you, they can handle their liquor.
I had picked up a few things in the afternoon with the social hour in mind. On my way out my door, I grabbed the bucket of margaritas. I had already poured the tequila in the bucket mix and popped into the freezer a few hours ago so it was now slushy. That and the cheese and cracker tray was my contribution.
I placed everything on the porch
