Stay quiet

"Well, I suppose so." smiles the old farmer. "Besides, you've been a good girl and

I suppose 'ol dad can trust you with a sip or two." With that, the old farmer hands

Loretta his mug and pours her a nice generous bit of liquor.

Loretta grins widely, at the prospect of drinking something forbidden and begins to

chug down the sweet bitter, only to cough and flush red at the taste. The old

farmer laughs, and asks if Loretta would like some more. "Sure, dad! I'm no baby!"

With a surprised, and bemused look, the old farmer pours Loretta some more,

before continuing on with his rather long, uninteresting life story.

...

Close to midnight, the old farmer has dozed and fallen asleep in his chair. Loretta,

her head on her arms, rests on the arm of the couch. You, on the other hand, still

nursing your original mug of liquor, are the only one in the room left sober.