Urgent
EVE SLAMMED a fresh glass down on her counter. Brushing away tears, she speedily grabbed the closest wine bottle and emptied as much as the glass would hold. She went into her living room, curled into a corner of her couch, and swigged from the glass heavily. The last streams of light invaded the closed room, and Eve wanted it that way. She certainly did not want to see any more daylight of that wretched day. Her tears persisted against the hope that they would subside. The devastating news of Faye earlier that day proved too much, however, and her face leaked with intermittent bouts of sobs. Eve had known and loved Faye for over a decade and had been in constant contact throughout their friendship. Eve was now without her, alone in her home, and succumbing to an inevitable massive
