Jason is supposed to play the drum while his friend is being executed, and is none too happy about it. Part two.-------------------------------------------------
Oh, Jason, surely you didn’t object!” his wife wailed.
“I knew better than to protest vehemently, but I'm sure they know how I feel."
He got up and reached for a bottle of homemade brew in a cupboard by the door. Maybe if I let myself get just a little bit intoxicated it won’t bother me so much.
