It was after six o'clock when she climbed tiredly into her car and started the long drive home. She was just passing a liquor store when she remembered that she had almost drained her Scotch supply the previous night.
Although she wasn't normally a heavy drinker, Wanda realized that more than one or two little nightcaps would be in order tonight. It's entirely possible, she admitted to herself, that you are going to get yourself well and truly potted tonight, lady.
Veering sharply toward the curb, she hit the brakes hard and pulled up just a few doors past the store. A car swerved past her and the driver glared at her as he leaned on the horn. Wanda didn't even bother guessing what he was saying about this particular driver. The same to you, Charlie Brown, she muttered under her breath a
