Bottles

wine_bottles_230_zkhShe looked into the recycling bin and counted.

I’m not al alcoholic, she thought. Alcoholics pass out. They lose their jobs. They forget things. Besides, wine is good for you. She’d heard that once, something like that.

Two bottles in the fridge. Tonight she would make the chicken dish that used a half-cup of white wine. If he asked, she could say, “There wasn’t much in the bottle. I drank the rest.” In the morning she would have a headache, but a headache isn’t a hangover.

Before he got home, she moved half of the bottles into the trash.

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