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l Albert’s people had left the booze, not knowing quite what to do with it

Lana had stayed away from the little brown and white bottles So far

Alcohol was how she had as She’d snuck a bottle of vodka from her parents’ house, supposedly for an older boy she knew

That was the cleaned-up story she’d ed to sell to her parents, anyway They had still packed her off for sorandfather’s isolated ranch

Now, in the world of the FAYZ, Lana was a sort of saint But she knew better

Patrick had finished his food as coffee brewed in the room Lana poured herself a cup and dumped in a Nutrasweet and so the maids’ carts

She stepped out onto the balcony and took a sip

She had the stereo on, the CD player that had been in the room Someone, some previous inhabitant of the room, she supposed, had left an ancient Paul Si it

There was a song about darkness A welco of darkness Alain

So

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted someone down on the beach She went back inside and retrieved a pair of binoculars she’d liberated froe

Two little kids, they couldn’t beon the rock pier that extended into the ocean Fortunately there was no surf But the rocks were like juht to…

Later Enough responsibility She was not a responsible person, and she was sick of having it forced on her

Various adult vices were spreading through the population of the FAYZ Soarettes, and alcohol—were not so harmless Lana knew of six kids ere confirovers

Sos of weed found in their parents’ or older siblings’ bedroo as eight choking on cigarettes and trying to look cool She’d once spotted a first grader trying to light a cigar