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When Aurora pointed out that she’d like to order a glass of Champaign, Caldwell’s eyes narrowed and he asked her, “What did I tell you about how I feel about you drinking alcohol?” Caldwell did not like it when women drank alcohol. Typically, he knew, women could not handle their drinking and, once they were drunk, they often found themselves in dangerous situations. They met bad people and they were taken advantage of. “Oh…" Aurora pouted. “ I just want to drink a little. Besides, you are here with me. You will keep me safe, won’t you? I never drink wine at home, especially when I am alone. If you let me have an occasional drink, I promise that I will only drink wine when I am with you and with your permission. Is that Okay?" Caldwell knew that Aurora really wanted to have a drink and