Jim Hutton Freddie の小説・ストーリー

I smile and pull Wyatt closer to me. “Welp, lets sing Happy Birthday to the birthday girl, so this cake doesn’t go to waste.” Grandma shouts. The DJ gets on the mic, “Everyone, it’s time to sing Happy Birthday to our Luna!” The music turned onto the birthday tune and everyone I love is up front of the crowd singing to me as that damn spotlight is on me again—nothing, could ruin this. I see Wyatt smiling, singing with his deep—off tune voice, while Jade and Amelia are scream singing, feeling the buzz we all three are from the shots we had taken. At the end of the song, I hear grandma sing “and many more” I started crying happy tears as I blow out the numbers 1 and 8. Everyone gets a piece of

Perhaps lust was better, even more so since it was his favorite of the deadly sins. At the end of the last set, he’d had Sue nearly agreeing to go out back with him for a quickie, but he didn’t have a frog skin, so back on stage she went. “She wouldna’ even give you a blowie, huh, Easy?” Fat Freddie—his trumpet player bandmate and a dope head—had sidled up to Easy at the bar. He smelled of cheap whiskey, reefer, and a cheap hooker or two. Sweat streamed from his scalp, pooling in the folds of his neck, staining what Easy knew to be his only good shirt.