She always sat at the head of the table. I’d claim the other end, the view that hid the most. Another one of her strange beliefs, fostered by alcohol, was that refrigerators aren’t as harmless as people believe. She didn’t trust them—or microwaves, or any other box where you closed the door and momentarily lost sight of your meal. So she kept all our groceries on the counter. A small city of Tupperware was visible over her shoulder.
That doesn’t sound like an alcohol thing……
