Chapter 34 : Baby, I'm Gunna Leave You

Kenny's POV I make a stop at the house before I end up here. With you. It wasn't hard finding Dad's liquor—how hard was it to find gold in the pockets of a rich man? And Dad was loaded—richer than kings of old with his servants Johnnie Walker and the illustrious green-suited Tanqueray. Rich in a way that left me swaying with two empty bottles and one full one for you. I know, I know—I'm gettin' it all ass-backward. You'd never liked alcohol – couldn't touch it, smell it, even think about it. In your house, when the trailer was as bright, shiny, and chrome-coated as your future, the poison never entered your home. You blamed the distaste for the stuff on Pop-Pop and Meemaw somewhere lost in the Appalachians in a town we'd only known about in half-mumbled pleas in your sleep. Wrapped up in nightmares of days gone before Dad blew through your Podunk town. You were a miner's daughter—knew hard work your whole life—but wanderlust was a hard drug to shake that all y