Here's a link to the third chapter of the novel, Nothing Else Occurs to Me, by Amy Welborn
“Drunk.”
Elizabeth dug bits of orange-dusted corn chip out of a bag and waited for a reaction. A drunk priest: less exciting than a dead-in-his-chair priest, but still pretty interesting, in her opinion.
Erin didn’t believe her.
“It was afternoon. Who gets drunk in the afternoon?”
“Lots of people,” Brittany said, peeling pepperoni discs off her pizza and carefully laying them on a napkin. This week, she was a vegetarian. Not a vegan, like she was last week. “There’s probably drunk people at this school right now. My brother said that last year, a bunch of people in his class brought vodka in their water bottles. All the time. All the time. Good Catholic school kids.” She eyed the cheese on her pizza thoughtfully, like she was making up with it after a fight.
