“Hey!” I heard Will bark as we walked. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, come here!” I looked over, seeing him grab a kid by the shirt and stop him as he headed through the driveway, trying to leave. I instantly recognized him. Misha, his little cousin. Grandson of a state senator but looked more like the prodigy of Sid and Nancy. “What the hell are you doing here?” Will asked him. “You’re, like, twelve.” “And?” Smart-ass kid. Will faltered a moment and then laughed under his breath. “Yeah, you’re right. Never mind. Drink responsibly.”
