Chapter 16 Going To My Mad Husband

• Soon, everyone left for their various homes and I was still breaking words with Salsa, who I knew was tipsy and heavy in her eyes after having so much to drink. Virtually everyone was alcoholic tonight and I wondered who would run to my rescue if Brian should pounce on me like a lion.
• “Won’t you go to your husband?” Salsa reminded me with an emphatic look on her face. She rolled her eyes at me and smiled briefly in what I took for mockery.
• I could perceive much of the exudates of rum from her now.