Paul said that he would make it right with my parents. I had no idea how he planned to do that, but I was just drunk enough to leave it to his diplomacy. He gave me his arm to hold onto as we left the pub. I could walk on my own, but not in a straight line.
It had started to snow while we were inside. Flecks fell from the sky and landed on my face. It was strange, trying to put what I saw with what I felt. I was aware of every flake that melted on my skin, but I didn’t feel cold.
Instead of worrying about their wrath, I had actually started looking forward to the moment I would get home and wake my parents. I couldn’t wait to see their faces when they came to realize that they had just lost their perfectly proper daughter.