Any More
Disclaimer: I own nothing but a slight sunburn.
By mid-night, Edgar's head felt like a vice was squeezing it. "There's no way I can keep this up." he complained.
"Here, give me your bowl and then I will bring you some Advil and water."
"Vodka would be better," Edgar said.
"Nope, not gonna happen. Get use to it sweetie. No more alcohol…ever." Sara handed him a glass of ice water and four Advil. He took them then laid on the couch. In ten minutes Sara looked over and saw that he was fast asleep.
Sara picked up her cell phone and sent Norman and Sig a text message:
Hey, just wanted to let you know all is well. Stay safe and I will keep you posted.
Sara laid down on the floor to watch television but found quickly that the cable was out. She turned it off, got up and found a blanket to throw over Edgar. She decided to sleep on the floor of the living room to be near Edgar in case he tried to sneak out and go find some liquor. She grabbed a pillow and blanket out of his bedroom and curled up on the floor.
Edgar sat up, heart pounding and tears threatening to spill. He had dreamed of Louise again:
She left the house wearing her iPod and headed down the street. She always loved her late afternoon walks. She bent down to tie her shoe. She never saw the truck that was flying down the road. He tried to run to her. He needed to save her but the truck got to her first, taking away the love of his life.
He needed a drink. He stood up and headed for the kitchen. He forgot about Sara until he tripped over her.
"Going somewhere?" she asked sitting up.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you or fall over you." Remembering all the liquor was gone he said, "Hey, I'm gonna go for a drive. I need to clear my head." He went into the kitchen looking for his keys. He always left them on the kitchen table but they weren't there. He looked under the table, still no keys. "Sara, have you seen my keys?"
"They're gone. I didn't want to take a chance on you leaving to go get more liquor." she said hoping he wouldn't start looking for them again and end of finding them.
"Sara, please. I can't sleep without having that damn dream unless I drink. Why would you want to force me into having that dream every night?"
"Because Louise wouldn't want you drinking your life away. Sweetie, it's time to get on with your life, get your kids back and resume some sense of normalcy. WITHOUT being drunk all the time."