Lucky
Three drinks later, Diana still hadn’t asked more about Evangeline. She realized, through the buzz of the whiskey that had gone straight to her head, that she didn’t want to hear about it any more than Joshua wanted to discuss it. So the topic had meandered between other conversations, from their childhoods to old college feuds and back again. She’d been happy to let him lead the conversation as he drank. He drank faster than she did, proving to her his earlier statement that his tolerance was much higher than it had once been. He still seemed clear-headed for quite a while. But when he began to appear tipsy, it hit him very suddenly. And then, when that happened, he wanted to discuss it. Sort of. “It isn’t as though my parents don’t love each other,” he said. It came out of nowhere, s
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