Chapter Fifteen
By the time Dave returned that evening, Carrie had drunk two shots of whiskey mixed with peppermint schnapps and apple cider vinegar. She’d added some cinnamon and honey for good measure and rubbed both camphor and Vicks on her chest. None of her remedies had made the symptoms of her cold go away, but she at least didn’t care about them anymore.
She was lying on the sofa, nursing her empty glass and wondering if she should have another dose of the new medicinal cocktail she’d invented when Dave came in from the hall. She lifted a hand and was about to greet her friend, but she sneezed instead.
“Bother this damned cold,” she said and gave a sniff as she searched for a tissue.
“Are you looking for these?” Dave asked. He handed her the tissue packet that was sitting on her
