moment the whole night started to
go wrong.
It was a Saturday night, end of
the week, which meant Abel was
drinking with his workers. I walked
out to his garage, and as soon as I
saw his eyes I knew: He was
wasted. Fuck. When Abel was drunk
he was a completely different
person.
“Ah, you look nice!” he said
with a big smile, looking me over.
“Where are you going?”
“Where am I—Abie, I’m going
to the dance.”
“Okay. Have fun.”
“Um...can I get the keys?”