“Telling me what?” What is it Eric?”
Talking to him was like pushing a door that says pull.
He shifted in his seat and looked over his shoulder.
“But…I knew they were together.”
“What do you mean…together?” “The three of you.”
“He drew himself up, took a deep breath, and said, “Back last summer, when you went out of town. Stormy and I came over to your house.”
“Yeah.”
“And…well, we had been drinking for months.”
“You and Stormy had been drinking for months, so..?
“The three of us.”
“What do you mean? The three of you.”
“Nick and Me and Stormy.”
“No. Nick doesn’t like beer.”
“No. We were drinking hard stuff.”
Trying to digest this news, I finally said, “What do you mean for months?”
“Well, Nick would come over late at night, and the three of us would get drunk.”
“Get drunk? Like in High School?”
“Wait! Wait a minute. Late at night ? How late? Where was I?” Almost screaming in a panic my voice.
“I don’t know.” Eric said with both of his hands in the air.
“So you’re saying he came over like once a week.”
“NO”
“WHAT?”
“EVERY NIGHT.”
“EVERY NIGHT!!!”
“WHAT?” I’m trying to wrap my head around this news.
We never had hard liquor in the house.
ALL Of A SUDDEN: My wonderful luncheon with Cecelia appeared in my MOUTH!!!
And I threw up all over me, and the steering wheel, and the floor mat, etc.
“Oh, Shit, Jillie for God’s sake.
Eric, cried out.”
“I havent told you what happened.”
“WHAT! WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?” I screamed and burst into tears, trying to wipe the throw up off the dashboard with my hand.
“We had a three-way in the barn.”