Chapter 141 Awry Thanksgiving:>4

• My wife's past was a bit of a mystery to me. I knew Becky had been a bit of a rule breaker in high school and college, though I didn't have the details. By the time we met, she had settled down.
• Becky referred to her school time as her 'lost years.' She didn't explain any further. Her ease at extracting her Dad's hidden alcohol suggested that it went beyond hoarding overdue library books and eschewing the handrails on escalators.
• Becky took a swig straight from the bottle and gave me one, as well. The liquid burned nicely as it slipped down my throat. While I drank, Becky took out four tumblers and then we brought our prize out to the dining room.