“How did that go down with your homophobic brother?”
“Like a lead balloon,” she giggled, “he was like you can’t put that flag on the table, it’s just wrong and mom said if’n he didn’t like it he could always take his dinner to his room. Dad just looked at her and him and decided to keep his mouth shut.”
Melanie drained her glass and leaned forward to pick up the bottle and Josie poked her in the small of the back.
“Watch it with your alcohol intake, that’s strong stuff.”
“I’ve had stronger,” she glanced over her shoulder, “my dad used to make moonshine and he used to let me taste it, mom found out when I was sixteen and made whoopee on his ass. She told him if he ever did that again she’d destroy his still and she’d do it too.”
“Yeah I can see her doing that and all,” Josie replied as
