4
Rue
I am thirsty the next day when I wake up. Painfully, wretchedly thirsty. Feeling my lips, I find them cracked and parched. Whatever drug they gave me has left me with a serious hangover.
I squint into the shaft of light filtering into my room like cream into black coffee. The sunlight hurts my eyes, and I have a headache too.
The only experience I have with hangovers was once when my friend Amelie stole a flask of wine meant for communion. We drank so much we vomited, and we were both sick the next day too.
This is like that, but without all the late-night giggles to make imbibing the wine almost worthwhile. Well, until Father Derrik heard about it and forced an extra half hour of confession on me…
At least, there is no Father Derrik here, I guess.
I lie on the bed, staring up
