drakestories: “You want anything to drink?” Mr. Harris had asked me as I plopped onto the futon sofa in the Harris’s rec room. Adam, as I’d taken to calling him the last two months. “Yeah, a soda sounds good.” I’d had a beer before at
drakestories: “You want anything to drink?” Mr. Harris had asked me as I plopped onto the futon sofa in the Harris’s rec room. Adam, as I’d taken to calling him the last two months. “Yeah, a soda sounds good.” I’d had a beer before at
