"You want some iced tea, mom?"

"Yes, please, dear! It's hot as a bitch out here."

Under the influence of the vodka-laced tea and the marijuana cookies, the usually repressed Emma had unbuttoned her blouse entirely. She lay on the lounger with her pink bra exposed. She flapped the blouse, trying to cool off. The porch seemed to be slowly rotating.

Ed poured two glasses of iced tea. He smiled as he glanced at his mother on the porch. He retrieved the bottle of Smirnoff from the cabinet over the refrigerator where he knew his Nana kept it. He added a dollop to his mother's glass. He picked up the...