When she heard her name, she steeled herself, took another swing and called out in "kitchen," she turned and walked to meet her in the entrance, held out the bottle, "Swig," she told her in a cracked voice. Katherine wasn't sure what they were going to do, she needed to think, she needed to not let these emotions flood out.
With her free hand, she swipe a tear away, "take another,"she told her sister.