The cake was sitting abandoned on the kitchen table, with the candles still virgin, waiting to be lit. “Oh, shit,” thought Joan. She knew her mother was excited about her eighteenth birthday but she assumed her party was going to be on the weekend when it would be more convenient for people coming from out of town. So she and Sandy headed to the hotel right after school for Joan’s first legal drink. There were friends there waiting to surprise her and the sodden celebration continued into the evening... or morning – Joan looked up at the clock and shuddered ruefully.
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