Adam looked at the person who had stepped outside to take a phone call and his father lying in the snow.
He could feel his heart pounding, just like when the cops had showed up at that Grateful Dead concert back in '76. Similar circumstances, except it was summer then. Martin Tully had been lying on the ground, the left side of his face already black and blue, when Adam had been arrested.
Jail had been a blur. His mother had refused to bail him out, and then Martin had dropped the charges. He'd been so lucky. It was a sign. To get serious. To change his life.
Mary had been in the backseat when his mother had picked him up. He'd known she was a life partner then. For sticking with him.
That night, they'd gotten rid of all of their drugs.
He couldn't ever be that boy again.
"Nothing," Adam told the party guest. He gave Jay a look, and the two stood up and went back inside.
What was going to happen now? It had to start going dark.
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