| As she set her purse down the unmistakable odor assailed her.
Turning, she saw him step drunkenly into the room. She grabbed her purse
and hurried to her car. With tearfilled eyes she drove away as she had so
many times before.
Trembling hands brushed the tears away and, with a purpose that was numbing, she went to her oldest daughter who knew without asking why she was there. "How long?" asked the daughter with a sigh. And with a braveness that was new, her eyes answered with a resolve that had never been there until now. |
