. what's wrong? You don't look very good."Nina tried to make light of things. "Well, of course I don't look beautiful. I've got no makeup on. A sauna ...nd a shower will do that to you, and there didn't seem any point in putting on new makeup." No, hon, it's not the makeup. I see you without makeup all the time. It's your eyes ... have you been crying? They're all swollen and red." My eyes?" Nina paused for a moment with a puzzled expression on her face, her brain working frantically, and managed. I hope she enjoys what she gets from him. I know you warned her, Stan, so she can't say she didn't know."Stan felt uncomfortable."Well, Anne, it's her choice. But I don't think it's a good one, no. It's not my place to interfere, though is it?" No, Stan, it's not."The next day, Stan asked Anne if she fancied a drink down at the Mitre in the evening. "It became almost a habit, and I enjoyed it. I miss it, a bit," he told her."Sounds like a good idea, but I can't drink. I have to be on form first. I had a bottle of Drambuie and I waved it under Mom's nose asking her if she was interested? I took it from her smile of pleasure that she was quite keen and I popped the cork and passed the bottle to her for her to try."No Glasses?" Mom didn't wait for my reply, just lifted the bottle to her lips and took a swig, shuddering as the fiery draught slipped down her throat and then said: "God that's great."I took a sizeable swig myself and, after we'd consumed a further couple of mouthfuls each, we. Fifteen minutes later, he returned with a small tray full of sandwiches and a cardboard carrier loaded with orange juice and coffee cups. He placed the sandwiches on a table in the corner of the room, and then handed drinks to Christa and Claire. When he held out a cup of orange juice to Erica, she shook her head with a weak smile."Come on," he prodded gently. "You need to get something into your stomach."He held the cup out again, and this time she took it without enthusiasm, taking a sip of.