I had my arm around Ava but she still bumbled about, almost tripping repeatedly while we headed to dad's SUV.
"Leigh?" She mumbled.
"Uhm mm."
"Is it you? Do you know that your scent stands out among others? You get some grammy or academy award?”
Okay.
"You love me, huh?" I chewed away the laugh and opened the rear door to get her in, while dad was behind us, on the phone, letting Susan know we were on our way home.
"You know I do." Ava cried, and practically slapped my nose. Carefully, I fold her hands away from my eyes, and she pouts, "Are you mad at me for using your drugs?"
This discussion is not fit for this moment. Ava is inebriated and dad is just walking over to us.
"Don't let me alone. Stay with me." She pulled my hands, stumbling to climb in. I don't know what that mea
