Again, I wanted something strong to drink. When hadn’t I neededa drink to curb my addiction? I realized how challenged my mother was because of alcoholism. Whiskey and vodka had controlled her life. Gin was like a dessert to her. Beer was breakfast.
Coffee to me was weak and a waste, undesirable. Instead, club soda over ice and a splash of lime juice proved to tamp my desire for the time being. The concoction tasted very much like a cocktail, minus the alcohol, and pleased me, but not to the fullest. I fetched such a drink from the kitchen, became satisfied with my results, and found my way into the office on the first floor, beyond the dining room area, which was never used for entertaining guests or throwing parties.