Whiskey and Water, Page 24
Nina Wright
“Life is good, isn’t it, Whiskey?”
He didn’t wait for my answer. Instead, he picked up his guitar and strummed the opening bars of a very dangerous tune by Barenaked Ladies.
Somebody gasped. Somebody else pointed at the horizon. I kept my eyes on Jeb. It was the Fourth of July, and fireworks were starting. Real ones. And the other kind, too.
