His voice got louder, causing Dorothy's brows to furrow deeply.

"Keep it down, will you?" Everett took a deep breath, convincing himself not to continue this pointless argument with a drunk.

Patiently, he wrapped his arms around her, soothing her like he would his daughter, gently stroking her hair.

"Be a good girl. Drink this hangover cure, and you'll feel much better. Then get some sleep. The kids are looking forward to playing with you tomorrow." Perhaps it was the tenderness in his voice that did it, but Dorothy suddenly rolled over, pinning Everett to the bed; her arms encircled his neck and she nuzzled him like a kitten.

This gesture conjured a memory.

Country, Dorothy would always climb into bed and nuzzled him after he finished work and took his

Everett rested his chin on her forehead, his

her discomfort was still evident through her muffled

of hangover cure on the nightstand. But as he turned

the buttons..." Dorothy's voice was a shaky mix

drunk, and her

Everett was just a man! A man who hadn't indulged

you change into your nightgown." "I don't want you to go..." Dorothy's drunken speech was petulant, even her irritation sounding almost

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