Jolene bit her bottom lip and watched him as he moved. She wanted to hug him but he obviously wasn’t going to be up for that. It was a good thing he changed the subject. Normally Jolene was good at levity but she was too stuck on his mother being killed. She offered a soft smile when he filled her glass but didn’t drink nearly as much as him right away.
“I might be that lady author by the same name as she.” She smirked and then downed a good portion of the whiskey. If he was wanted to move on and change the subject she’d go with it. Even though she used her own name for her books the attention always felt strange to her. She liked living in the states because no one knew her there. It wasn’t as if she was some famous writer like Stephen King but people read her book. “Do you like to read? I’ve never been a fan of it. I like when people read to me. I prefer day dreaming actually or talking. Telling stories and hearing them.” Jolene shoved some more food in her mouth to shut herself up.