We walked to a sports pub a block away for dinner. I ordered a beer to start with and Tina told the waitress she'd have one too. When asked for I.D., my niece pulled a card out of her wallet and the waitress nodded and took her order. Tina then looked at me wondering if I would tell the waitress she wasn't old enough to drink. I just grinned. I had a fake I.D. when I was younger too, besides, I didn't want to ruin the rapport that was building between us by saying anything about her being too young to drink. She was a wild teen and I knew this wasn't her first drink so I just went with the flow.
She confided in me over dinner that she knew she was a pain in the ass at times, driving her parents crazy, but she was trying to figure things out. She didn't know what she wanted to do with her
