I heard him pound down the stairs and sat that for a couple of minutes wondering where he went, when he reappeared holding a glass of wine. Sitting down next to me, he handed me the glass.

"You want to talk about it?"

"I think I had enough to drink" I tried to pass the glass back to him.

"You're upset, have some."

I could see the concern in his eyes and managing a grin said, "Well okay if you insist."

Crying had made me thirstier than I'd thought and I ended up drinking most of the glass in several long swallows. Alan took the glass from me, "Do you...