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“You should slow down,” Cindy said. “You’re going to give yourself alcohol poisoning. Trust me, I’m a nurse.”
“Waitress, my darling,” I called animatedly, “please bring me four shots of tequila.”
Cindy stared at me. “You have to be at school teaching a bunch of teens tomorrow, you know.”
“Fine. Nix the shots.” And then, very quickly, “Just make it two.” With a quick nod, the waitress scurried off to punch in my order.
“Was it really that bad?” Cindy asked me.
I rubbed my palms over my face, leaning heavily against the bar counter. “You don’t understand. He’s always been like this. It’s like I’m some sort of afterthought. If someone tried to attack you, what would be the first thing you’d do?”
“Call the police.”
“And then?”
“Call David to let him know I was alright.”
I snappe
