“Should I leave you two alone?” Uncle Jim lacked Nate’s slur.
I doubt I’ll get to Heaven, but if I do, those two will join me at the bar.
I ignored Jim’s asinine comment, addressing Nate. “How much’ve you had to drink?”
“How much do I need to?” Nate shot back.
then.” I released my held breath, whiskey-pungent. “Short version is I
need to crawl inside your head, like I did to that thing in the cave…
Jim snorted. “I definitely need to leave before that.”
“Not now!” I protested.
Nate grinned. “Oh yeah. It’s on.”