A few days later, after going back to the office, Gladys, came home and was very disturbed. The first thing she did was get the bottle of Rye out from under the counter and pour herself a very generous helping. She sat at the kitchen table smoking and sipping back the whiskey weakly mixed with ginger ale. Being a hot early summers day, the mercury was much higher than normal for the time of the year. I sat to her side trying to make small talk but Gladys was too preoccupied in her own thoughts to keep
