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"
It
’
s
worse
!
"
She
hung
up
.
I
kept
drinking
.
I
didn
’
t
feel
like
sleeping
.
Soon
it
was
midnight
,
then
1
am
,
2
am
.
The
Coleman
lantern
burned
on
.
.
.
At
3
:
30
am
the
phone
rang
.
Lydia
again
.
"
Are
you
still
drink
-
ing
?
"
"
Sure
!
"
"
You
rotten
son
of
a
bitch
!
"
"
In
fact
just
as
you
called
I
was
peeling
the
cellophane
off
this
pint
of
Cutty
Sark
.
It
’
s
beautiful
.
You
ought
to
see
it
!
"
She
slammed
down
the
phone
.
I
mixed
another
drink
.
There
was
good
music
on
the
radio
.
I
leaned
back
.
I
felt
very
good
.
The
door
banged
open
and
Lydia
ran
into
the
room
.
She
stood
there
panting
.
The
pint
was
on
the
coffee
table
.
She
saw
it
and
grabbed
it
.
I
jumped
up
and
grabbed
her
.
When
I
was
drunk
and
Lydia
was
insane
we
were
nearly
an
equal
match
.
She
held
the
bottle
high
in
the
air
,
away
from
me
,
and
tried
to
get
out
of
the
door
with
it
.
I
grabbed
the
arm
that
held
the
bottle
,
and
tried
to
get
it
away
from
her
.
"
YOU
WHORE
!
YOU
HAVE
NO
RIGHT
!
GIVE
ME
THAT
FUCKING
BOTTLE
!
"
