“I’m on a man-hating mission.” She looks at her imaginary watch. “Wow, that flip didn’t take long. You were beaming an hour ago. What happened?” I start searching her cabinets. “I need some wine first.” I stop my frantic pillaging and smack my forehead. “Dammit, no alcohol. That’s gonna be an adjustment. How else do I cope?” “First off, that makes you sound like an alcoholic.”
