Chapter 10 Self Medicating

• "James." I slurred my word a little.
• "Lorraine, have you been drinking?" He came inside and cupped my face.
• "Yes, just a couple glass of reds. I'm self-medicating. I've told you about this already, I'm good. I'm wearing my flats, I can walk straight. The alcohol will burn out by the time we arrive at the restaurant, where ever it is we're going to. So, you better make it a bit further." I was grinning wide at him.