We pass the bottle around, making a drinking game out of the waves. Every time one picks us up and gives us a boost of speed we drink and cheer.
Sam says, “I can’t believe Claire’s sleeping through all this. I hope she doesn’t hate me when she hears what my dad did to your mum.”
I say, “We don’t have to get into details.”
Kate says, “She’s going to be pissed when she finds out what city we’re going to. Look at it — Toronto — what a shit hole. The place is stuck up, selfish, boring, and…um…I don’t know, just stupid. I don’t even want to go there, just this once because we’ll be drunk and it’s going to be hilarious. But all we’re doing is going to that big fucking tower then turning around and going back to Hamilton.”