watch, now, as evelyn drapes herself across her arm chair. head dangling over one of the arms as she tips the glass and shakes the lingering drops into her mouth.
this 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙨.
evelyn’s 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙏 drinking habits are 𝙒𝘼𝙔 worse than her college days.
she 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙥 to a glass of whiskey, now.
(she had motivation to 𝘿𝙊 things when she was in college.)
she 𝙒𝘼𝙎 a smash at college.
if only helen had seen her, wild and crazy, doing a 𝙆𝙀𝙂𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉𝘿.
. . . which is a story winston doesn’t know about. don’t repeat it.