Stacy scrunched up her face, hesitating when I asked her my first question again. By now she had detailed her father's entire operation, but she skillfully avoided my very first question. What did my best friend do for the mafia?
I didn't get to press her on the issue because Kenny and Willow walked through the door just as I opened my mouth in an attempt to sweet talk her.
"Parrrr-ttttyyy," they howled together, stumbling through the door.
"Willow Eleanor Brady, are you drunk?" I asked, getting up from my seat at the island to follow her into the living room.
"I guess that's my cue to leave," Stacy mumbled behind me, taking the opportunity to get up too and duck her head.
"Full naming me, I see cool bro mode is not active," said Willow, dragging Kenny's inebriated body to the cou
