4 - Naked Old People Party

VALENTINE'S DAY SUCK - Broken Heart Stories #2

We all turned toward my mother. She took a long sip of coffee, but the mug was too small to hide her obvious discomfort. She glanced around at our faces—and finished off her drink.

I sniffed at the foreign smell that wafted from the empty mug. “What kind of coffee is that?” I asked.

“Bourbon,” she said.

Holy crap. Was my mother losing it, or what? Booze. G…