Roseanne had completely blanked out on that part of the night.
All she remembered was her dad, Norris, nudging her to see Owen off. And then...
Nothing.
When she woke up the next morning, snug in her bed and stretching lazily, she didn't feel a thing was amiss.
Madge, her stepmom, popped her head in with a warm cup of tea, "You up?"
Sitting up, Roseanne took the cup, sipped, and then heard Norris chime in—
"Let's see if you dare to sneak that much booze again! You were a wild one, listening to no one, acting all crazy."
Wild? Crazy? Roseanne's sipping paused abruptly.
Fragments of memories flickered through her mind, elusive as smoke.
She swallowed hard, her voice tentative, "Dad, what did I do last night?"
"Oh, what did you do? You don't remember?"
Roseanne shook her head frantically. She truly had no idea.
"Sent you to walk Owen out, and you ended up messing his hair up so bad. Guy didn't even make a fuss, just carried you back..."
"Alright, alright," Madge intervened, "no need to embarrass her further. Some of us are blushing like beetroot here! Off you go, let her digest this alone."
With that, she ushered Norris out and thoughtfully closed the door behind her.
One second.
Two seconds.
On the third—
A mortified wail erupted from the bedroom: "Aaah!"
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