“f**k what I did.” He’s drinking a Twisted Tea from a can. It’s peach flavored. I’m underage but help myself to it. Take a swig.
He doesn’t stop me, although I think he will. Instead, he tells me, “Have a seat. Tell me how you almost went to jail last month. The story’s a bit sketchy. Cliff’s only given me a few of the details. He doesn’t like to talk about you and your…situation.”
“First off, I wasn’t supposed to be there that night. The party that is. I was supposed to be on a date with Fox…Fox Hillterman. Uncle Cliff probably told you about the Hillterman family. Very prestigious. Loads of old money. Three houses. Fox’s grandfather wrote paperback mysteries back in the fifties under three different pseudonyms. They sold all over the world. Millions and millions of copies. Not as big a
