Becky called me bright and early the next morning. “Bad news bears, Sam.”
I rolled over and sat up with a yawn. “It’s seven in the morning. On a Saturday morning.”
“I know. I just got home.”
“So you decided to call and say good morning? You suck.”
“No.” Her voice was bright and chirpy. “I’m still drunk so it’s probably not sinking in yet, but I can’t go to the game tonight.”
I groaned. There went my one friend to sit with.
“There was a party on the beach by Lydia’s house and I’m getting back. Mom caught me this morning so I’m grounded now.”
“You went to Lydia’s party?” I should’ve asked, ‘Lydia had a party? And you went to it?’
“Oh no. The party was by her house, I think some other girl threw it, but I dunno. Anyways, we had to wait till Adam was sober enough to drive. I kept drink
