She was doing it for me. Because she cared for me.
It washed over me stunningly in a way I could not deny that I trusted her.
Against all my denials and vows and fury and scorn of myself I knew that I did trust her.
She had never demanded it. She just was.
And her fineness drew me to her.
I didn't want to be!
But I could not....
"Never more than a glass or two." Pause. "Of course there's a chasm
between that and never drinking at all."
"I never do! Never!"
"I know."