2 Chloe “Got enough for two?” I asked. My eyes followed Patrick’s gesture towards the half empty bottle of white wine on the coffee table. “I’ll need more than that.” “There’s a bottle chilling in the freezer. Now you want to tell me what happened?” Damning etiquette, I plopped into the easy chair and drank from the wine bottle all in one movement. If Patrick thought me tacky or crazy, his face didn’t show it. As a matter of fact, he looked quite concerned. It was perhaps that look of someone wanting to know and wanting to help that had me recounting my whole weekend, ending with my blow-out with Crystal. Patrick only interrupted once and that was to run into the kitchen and retrieve the second bottle of wine and a glass for me. When I finished my story, I was in tears. I was either too hurt or too tipsy to be embarrassed. I poured another glass of wine. “I’m just so angry, you know? I could always call Crystal when I was fighting with something or someone, and she would know exactly what to say.
