Jackson

“Don’t,” I warn James.

“You will not believe what I saw in there.” James points toward Taylor’s room.

“James,” I plead. “Dude, let’s get you home. You’ve had way too much to drink.” I escort him to his wife, trying to change the subject. “Remember last year when you fell off the porch and broke your leg? We don’t need a repeat of that.”

Martha says goodbye to everyone and joins us on our walk to their home as fireworks light the ...