It took her a moment or two. She was unwinding with the alcohol. She elbowed herself up. 'That's good, coming from a ...' Sweat broke out. She licked her lips.
'Coming from a what?'
She fumbled off the couch.
'From a what?'
She made for the bathroom but he followed and blocked the doorway. 'What were you going to say?'
Giving up trying to force the door closed she went on bended knees to ineffectually search the vanity cupboard, clumsily sifting the shelves. 'Nothing,' she said, 'I don't know. Go away, I want to be sick.'
He wasn't convinced but closed the door.
She heard him moving about as she sat with her head against the cupboard waiting for the buzzing and spinning to subside. She needed something to eat and a long sleep but stayed in the bathroom. She retched. God, she had alm
