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[Susan hadn't been drinking. Not much, not so that she was unable to walk or make the correct decisions. Just a drink at lunch to give her courage to approach the girl who stole the boy she wasn't in love with. That's all. Liquid courage. She had needed it, and was using every ounce to get her as far as the cafe. (A public space being safer after all). Every drop to get her to go up to the row of vinyl covered bar stools. Every speck to be able to speak.]
[She should have ordered another there- but instead here she raises a hand for a cup of tea, waiting for Molly to bring it to her. She has only one question, one word to ask. That's all.]