The tears returned. “All I did was get drunk! I’ve been drunk before, and nothing like this ever happened! I get drunk every Saturday night, for Pete’s sake! I’ve never passed out before, but I know people who have, and nothing like this ever happened to them!” By then I was erupting like a tear volcano. I sniffled, sobbed, wailed, and even kicked my foot a little when I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was a mess and Al knew it, which was why he remained completely silent while I made a spectacle of myself. I’m surprised he didn’t just roll his stony eyes and walk away. He just stood there and watched me carry on like a three-year-old child. When I finally calmed down, my dress was soaked with tears and I had a headache.
Al laid his rocky hand on my shoulder. “Are you done?”
I looked up at him and nodded pitifully. I was a mess. I saw him wince when he saw just how much snot was all over my face.
he said, “what do you think we should do with you?”
I half sighed and half groaned. “I don’t know.”