CAN YOU HEAR ME?” “Er, miss?” “Hey, her eyes are fluttering open.” I coughed. Someone had put some whiskey on my upper lip. I had a splitting headache and was looking at the ceiling of the bar at Dublin’s. I didn’t think I had drunk that much. I looked at the faces around me. I saw several faces I didn’t recognize—no surprise there. Then I saw Donovan, and it all came flooding back to me. I held my throbbing head. “Here, Annie, lemme help you up.” Donovan gingerly grabbed me under the arms and guided me to one of the regular chairs in the alcove near the bar area. “There you go, have a seat.” Fortunately, the pub had cleared out pretty much. The lunch crowd had left and the bar wouldn’t fill up with the after-work crowd for several hours. He handed me a glass of water. “Drink it up. There you go.” I dribbled some on my chin. Embarrassed, I wiped it away and wouldn’t look at him. The memory of our conversation came flooding back to me. He grabbed my chin and made me look at him.
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