Page 26 of Havoc's Fox

“You’re proud of him?” Emmalyn asked.

“Yes. Aren’t you?” Analise asked.

“No. I’m not looking for an opportunity to castrate him anymore, so there’s that, but I’m not proud of him.”

“You should be. He’s overcome a lot, and risen to the occasion. He’s a good dad.”

“Good for Harley. Wasn’t anything he wasn’t supposed to do.”

“True. So, when?”

“Same time, just everybody’s coming here.”

“Alright. Let me finish getting ready. I’ll be out in a minute.” Analise reached up to close the shower curtain and Emmalyn noticed the shake in her hands.

She reached up and covered her sister’s hand with her own. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“You want some vodka?”

“No! Lord, no, and it’s not just potatoes. You lied.”

“No, I didn’t. It’s made from potatoes.”

“How can I ease your nerves?” Emmalyn asked.

“Bourbon?”

“Oh, honey, hell yeah. I’ll be back,” Emmalyn said.

Emmalyn popped into the kitchen and started digging through the cabinets.

“What are you doing?” Everly asked.

“I’m looking for liquor. Where’s the liquor?”

“All we’ve got is wine. Why do you want alcohol?”

“It’s for Analise.”

“No! We’re not giving her liquor.”

“Mom, she’s not a kid anymore. She asked for a little bourbon. I’m gonna get her some bourbon.”

“We don’t have any,” Everly said.

“Damn.” Emmalyn went back to the bathroom, knocking on the door before she opened it. “Hey! All they have is wine.”

“Ewww.”

“I can run to the store real quick.”

“The stores are closed. It’s okay. I’ll manage. Maybe I still have enough in my system to take the edge off.”

“Where you’d have some last night?”

“Christian’s. He’s a bourbon connoisseur.”