She sat waiting nervously for Alison and Robert, wishing that she wasn’t going out. She hadn’t taken quite as long with her hair and make-up, not feeling in any mood for getting dressed up and partying, but she had still made an effort and looked as attractive as usual. She didn’t want anyone to know there was anything wrong. When Alison and Robert came downstairs, they were surprised to see Eve waiting for them. It was most unusual. Robert was concerned to see there was a drink in her hand. “I hope you haven’t had too many of those,” he asked, looking anxious. “Only one,” she replied harshly. “And it wasn’t even a large measure of gin. Just needed a little Dutch courage, that’s all.” It’s none of their business, she thought. It’s me that’s got to get through this evening, not them. However, she was wrong. Both Robert and Alison were dreading the night ahead, not knowing how Eve was going to act. They didn’t think she looked at all tipsy, but Eve had always been able to keep control, however much she had drunk.
