I drink this second drink more slowly, trying to remain aware that I have a 20 minute drive ahead of me. As I sip, I notice my father staring at me. As he see's me notice his stare he turns away. I cling on tighter to the cardigan that barely covers my cheast.
"So anyway," I say hesetantly, "is there anything that you need at the moment? Anything I can get for you or help you with?"
"No let me think..." he says, seemingly genuinely.
"I won't be able to do anything tonite i'm afraid, i've got to get off to this party soon." As I speak, I become aware of my changing state. My head feels heavy, and I feel myself invoulentarily relaxing back into the couch. I barely notice that I drop my glass to the floor as i become increasingly feeble...
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