“Does he treat you like a trophy wife, showing you off to his friends? Because you two look kind of odd together,” he said cheekily. She smiled. �...�I guess so. I look good on his arm and my clothes look good on me because of him.”After the dance they stood and talked. She told him she wished she could have more excitement and take more risks in her life but she accepted that he was older and he wasn’t like that. “Get your phone and meet me back here in 10 minutes,” he said and walked off.Ten. Billie’s visit had brought the reality of my situation home for both of us. That beeping machine next to me was a constant reminder that my life was holding on by a thread. Even the little conversation I’d had in the past few minutes was tiring.“I’m not asking you to say good-bye, Riley,” I said. She fell on me—gently—and hugged me as well as she could. I stroked her back and patted her. This wasn’t going to get easier. “You know what I need?” I asked.“What Dag?”“I need a pair of legs.”“You can. I was an only childof alcoholic parents who, when they weren't at each other's throats, wereblaming me for being born. My caseworker let me live with them, probablybecause she was overworked and figured I was old enough to get by.Whatever. It still beat the hell out of foster care.As the three of us watched Mrs. Hayes, I whispered, "Maybe it would bebetter if she got caught."Liam frowned. "She's been caught before." Yeah, that's what I don't understand," I said. "Didn't it scare her?" Of course. A few days have pass and its now the Friday night I whent to the beer store and grab a 28 of Canadian beer 5.0 vol I wasn't a specking him to come over that night cuz he said he had some family thing to do. so I got home and his car was in the driveway when I pulled in he was still in the his car I got out with the case of beer and he oh your drinking tonight eh I said yea just a few thou hes I grab a case too well I guess we are getting drunk tonight then eh he said yes he was depress on his.