There were probably twenty people inside, and Savannah's mom, Amy, was behind the bar. She spotted my mom immediately. "Patty, what the fuck are you d...ing down here?" Amy said. "Well, I could use a drink," my mom said back. "Michelob and a shot of tequila."Amy took a step back, paused, and set up my mom at the bar. "You want one too?" Mom asked."Well, I'll never turn one down if you're buying." Amy said. Any and my mom had kind of a contentious relationship -- Amy didn't want my mom to. She was single, as her last boyfriend had messed her around. I would never and will never understand why.She lived 200 miles away from me, near the coast. Close enough to smell the salt in the air she had said. As we talked, she told me she enjoyed walking on the beach. We discussed that she liked indie music and in particular Roslyn, by Bon Iver and St Vincent. In her words, it gave her goose bumps. I suggested she listen to One Last Night by Vaults. That gets close to giving me goose bumps.I. But our behavior in public ... around the other boarders ... that can’t change at all.”“So, no bragging around the breakfast table about what a hot night I had?”“This isn’t a laughing matter, Randy. It absolutely isn’t!”I got serious. I knew that if I didn’t, I was going to blow this entire relationship before we even got it off the ground. “Do you think it’s really possible?” I asked her. “Keeping it a complete secret?”“Yes,” she said at once. “If we resolve to keep it to ourselves, it will be. Apart from the small light above the front door, it seemed my parents were sound asleep and I was grateful for that. Now, I only had to worry about Emma and her dog.The light in Emma’s room appeared to be off as well and I knew she always went to bed quite early. I sincerely hoped that this was the case on that particular night, too. I opened the unlocked window at the back and slipped inside the house, softly landing on a small, thick rug that I had placed in the cellar earlier in the evening.