Thinking back to almost a year ago, I wish I could blame liquor for the fact I noticed her when I shouldn’t have, but I’d offered to be a sober driver for folks coming along that night. There wasn’t a drop of drink in me, so I couldn't put it down to anything other than being out of my damn mind. As if being twice her age wasn’t reason enough to stop seeking her out wherever she floated around the room, the stone-cold reality is I should know better than to be staring at my son’s best friend.
