“Lorraine, what are you doing here?” Enzo asked when he saw her. He didn’t seem very pleased.
“Dinner is boring, it’s always boring.” She said. “I thought we could sneak out and have a little fun like we always did. You boys are having your own little party here at the garden, right?”
“This is not a party, we’re just catching some air.” Said Enzo, very serious. “If our parents see us with this bottle they’ll kill us, okay? Hide this!”
“When did you get so boring?” She asked, taking a sip from the wine straight from the bottle. Enzo rolled his eyes. “Do you guys want it?”
The boys didn’t refuse the wine and, in the end, even Enzo was drinking it. As I expected, she completely ignored I was there. Part of me was relieved, part of me wanted to push her into the ground like I did in P. E.
