“I-I don’t believe it’s you.” Ah, she’d gone down for more wine. Good. “Why not?” “Because the Constantine I knew wouldn’t have abandoned me for ten years. And now you just show up? What’s up with that?” “What’s your poison tonight?” I asked, reciting her catchphrase back to her. “Wine, a very good wine. All of my very good bourbon is gone.” She giggled. “Guess who drank it before you could get here?” “Is that all he drank?” I snarled. She sighed. “Yes, although now I wished I’d let him. I’m mad at you right now.”
