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ANTONIO
At first, Daphne’s words struck me as odd when she asked, “What are you doing?” Then I saw what she was referring to.
Her sister was performing what I could only describe as speed-drinking. She poured herself a tequila, tossed it back, and followed it with another, repeating the sequence, and it threw me off.
What woman would drink hard alcohol like someone lost in the desert when they were with child?
Even if she weren’t pregnant, the way she sipped as if trying to get it all inside of her as fast as she could, was disturbing.
She achieved her purpose—everyone’s attention in the room was on her.
“Maggie!” Daphne reached for the glass, but her sister spun away and chugged the rest of it down. “You shouldn’t drink. You’ll hurt the baby!”
A loud knock made us all turn from
