Soon, everyone left for their various homes, and I was still breaking words with Salsa, who I knew was tipsy and heavy in her eyes after having so much to drink. Virtually everyone was alcoholic tonight and I wondered who would run to my rescue if Brian should pounce on me like a lion.
“Won’t you go to your husband?” Salsa reminded me with an emphatic look on her face. She rolled her eyes at me and smiled briefly in what I took for mockery.
I can perceive much of the exudates of rum from her now.
My countenance fell hugely, especially when I recalled the man she called husband wasn’t just mad but violently mad. Wasn’t he the reason I was still outside till this moment? I just wish they could mind their business and let me perch wherever I wanted.
Salsa’s eyes were still around me, perh
