Lotus Flower StewChapter 4
Tim and Emma were ready to go home by ten minutes after midnight. It wasn’t because they were tired or bored. It was because what they wanted to do with their partners could not be done in the midst of all those people. Bob was mellowed out by then. All he did was grab the half-empty bottle of The Glenlivet as his daughter pulled his hand, leading him out to the parking lot. “I’m driving,” she said, reaching into her father’s pocket to find his keys. “Okay,” he said, amiably. He wasn’t...