By noon even the
most die-hard party-goers from the night before had woken up. A few
nurtured a serious hangover, but youngsters these days normally
didn't have to be told to avoid alcohol. For them that was the drink
of old people, which made parenthood a lot easier.
Noriko's oldest,
however had chosen to make an exception to that rule and apparently
stole a bottle of strong liquor sometime during the night.
Christina watched
him receive a verbal lashing of an epic scale from his mother. He
deserved it, and it had to hurt twice as bad given his headache.
James, keep
your kids in check! Because the real perpetrator had to be one of
James' two kids. Around twenty both of them but with the
sensibilities of high schoolers. Mix with an easygoing aura and it
made for a bad combination.
Noriko, my
friend, we grew apart in the end, didn't we? And yet Christina
still considered Noriko one of her best friends. Throughout these
last twenty five years they'd shared the most important moments, not
all of them good, but important nonetheless. For very different
reasons both were relatively young mothers, which was a mixed
blessing to those kids.
Smiling Christina
looked at the main reason why Noriko's son had chosen to drink
himself into a stupor. Her daughter who stood on the hilltop looking
down.
Sorry kiddo. I
know you have a crush on her, but she's in love with someone else.
Noriko's son
accepted the last of her scolding and threw Christina's daughter a
sullen look. Then his face twisted into rage and when Christina
turned she saw her daughter's boyfriend climbing up the hill.
It hurts, I
know it does, but at least you have the blessing of your parents to
love and hurt for all you're worth. Savour that freedom!
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