“Well, Luke,” he said. “I think my girl is all done here.” Luke laughed his agreement. “That was strange; fine one minute and gone the next.” “Yeah, she does that sometimes,” Jack said with a small smile at Angie’s semi-sleeping form. “She had two drinks at the bar Friday and it didn’t affect her at all. Is it the beer?” “Nah. I think it’s hormonal. She doesn’t usually get so drunk so fast. But when she does, watch out – you never know what you’re going to get.” “Must be entertaining,” Luke said. “It can be. But now I think I’d better get her to bed.” Jack leaned down to Angie’s ear, moved her hair aside and whispered, “Angie. Honey, can you walk?” She lifted her head a fraction and squinted at him. “Hmmm? Oh, yeah. Sure. I can walk.” She sat up and looked around blearily, settling her eyes on Luke. “Goodnight, Nate. See you tomorrow.” “Night, Angie. It was fun.” She beamed at him and then tried, unsuccessfully to stand up. She plopped back down with a laugh and looked at Jack. “I think you’ll need to hold my hand and then I can do it.” She then nodded gravely as if some monumental crisis had just been averted. “Yeah.
