Chapter Eighteen
Michael held up the bottle of whiskey with an expression of joy on his face similar to one a child might have if they actually won a toy out of a claw machine. Pure unadulterated happiness.
Tawnyetta was still full of questions. "How did you know that was in the wall?"
Michael inspected the bottle as he sat down next to her again. "My brother hid this up here when I was 16-years old."
"16?" She was surprised. Hard liquor for a 16-year-old?
Michael nodded thoughtfully, his eyes still on the bottle. "Greg took to drinking earlier than most." It wasn't a judgment or a statement of approval, he seemed to be lost in memories. Tawnyetta got the feeling they weren't necessarily good memories either.
"Did your parents know?"
He shook his head once. "No, they were lost in th
