As it happened, there was only a few people and a lot of alcohol—no party.
“She wanted to spend it drinking, even though it turned out that her parents were away at her Nan’s funeral.”
The teens drank rum, vodka, and cider, and at around three in the morning, Lorenc declared she was “on a promise” to drive nine miles to Worcester to visit a male.
“My parents have left their keys, and I’m insured to drive their car,” Ms. Williams remarked, in response to my suggestion that we call a cab.
