Jackson
“Don't," I warn James.
“You will not believe what I saw in there." James points toward Taylor's room.
“James," I plead. “Dude, let's get you home. You've had way too much to drink." I escort him to his wife, trying to change the subject. “Remember last year when you fell off the porch and broke your leg? We don't need a repeat of that."
Martha says goodbye to everyone and joins us on our walk to their home as fireworks light the sky in all directions. I help James into bed, strip him to his boxers, and place water nearby. Martha checks on the kids and pays the babysitter.
“Is there anything else I can help you with, Martha?" I inquire.
“You've done enough. More than he deserves," Martha states. “He will be up vomiting all night and have a killer hangover tomorrow." She sigh
