[Amelia]
I’ve had enough of Vanessa’s cruel ideas about fun. But as her friends helped me back down into the main dining room, I realized that it didn’t really matter what I thought. Or how I felt. If anything, the worse I felt the bigger she smiled.
“We need to celebrate the winner,” her friend Donny cheered as the poker game was quickly cleared away and replaced with large bottles of various alcohols and several glasses that are placed in an arch around the edge of the table. “You wouldn’t want to leave before you’ve had a few drinks.”
I don’t drink alcohol. I’ll occasionally have a small glass of wine, but more than that makes me nervous and sick. I don’t even like the smell of alcohol. When I tell the group this, a few of them chuckle. “What kind of padrona doesn’t drink?”
Donny
