-Harper-
I sat with my face supported in my hands, staring into space with blurry eyes. Every movement of my head caused pain, every sound was irritating, and every ray of sunlight blinded my eyes.
"Why did I let you talk me into one more?" I whimpered on the verge of tears as I asked the same question for the hundredth time. "I don't drink anymore," I announced, aware that last night hadn't been a good idea.
"Neither you do less. Come on, boss. Here's my hangover bomb, power pills, and water to drink." Martha eagerly presented me with her specialties, thanks to which she looks fresh and fruity today despite drinking many more drinks than all of us.
"It stinks." I choked as I inhaled deeply the tomato aroma of the cocktail made according to Grandma Sofia's famous recipe, which Martha h
