I trail behind Liam as we walk out of the kitchen and into the night. Only God knows what awaits us tonight. The very first sight that captures our visual attention is the multitudinous number of liquor bottles seated at the glass table.
“I will go for the glasses," Mitch says.
She must have forgotten them when she left the kitchen earlier. She throws Liam and me a glance that can be termed a warning glance as she walks past us back to the kitchen.
Liam and I make our way to the couch, and we park ourselves at a safe distance. He parks himself so close to me, and hopefully, this will not stir up some supererogatory dithering with Mitch. The night is still too young for yet another dispute. And in a way, I am enthralled to find out what she has planned for us. What?
My eyes see residue
