"Oh contrair, moan frair," he chuckled, letting the twang ring through the bad French.

"Come on," he said. "You found a full service plug, little bird."

He moved a cloth that was hiding a small fridge where he pulled out a pint of cream, putting it on top of the makeshift countertop with liquor bottles on it. Willy had always made due with what he had. He'd lived in trailers smaller than his whole bedroom. He knew how to make the most of his space- no matter how much he hd.