That's the point, some of which she's said at least a dozen times, like a bag of tea that's been steeped and steeped and steeped and steeped and steeped and still steeping. Why does she tell me everything? One, because she doesn't think I'm going to hurt her, and I don't know any of the people she's talking about anyway; and two, because she's drunk, and once she finds the ideal ear she can't help but want to pour sound into it. She needed to talk so badly, and I was pretty much her only listener. The phrase she said most often was "it hurts". In her repeated narrative, I heard the three layers of meaning of "pain": the first layer refers to drinking, the second layer refers to real life, the third layer refers to the future action. Did she feel the pain of drinking? As far as I can see, "
