Cindy gave her the narrow-eyed glare of doubt. “How drunk were you?”
“Drunk enough to handle it less than well. Not drunk enough to have hallucinated it all.”
She could sense Cindy’s belief. Why would Sam lie? She expected Cindy’s next words to be along the lines of, You could be seriously ill. We need to get you to a hospital.
Instead, they were, “Where was this, exactly? Somewhere on the north shore?”
Cindy’s eyes were bright and alert, eager to pick up any detail Sam would throw at her. It made Sam think of a few years ago when her stern but usually mild-mannered mentor had snapped during a classroom debate. Sam had seen this same strange gleam in Cindy’s eyes as she’d attacked a student’s position to the point that he’d had tears in his eyes. Finally, to drive home a point, she’d s
