“I'm sorry,” she said, pulling away and wiping her eyes and nose on her sleeve, sniffling. “I shouldn't have, I was supposed to be here to make you feel better.” She didn't look at him as she took the bottle of wine he had opened, swirling some of it into the sauce, watching as it flamed up for a moment before the alcohol burned off.
“Can you hand me the hamburger, celery and mozzarella...uh, it's wrapped in a towel, rather then plastic,” she said, moving on as if she hadn't just broken down.