When I was able to stand, Nate relaxed his grip on me, rising behind me. He suggested some bread, which I agreed to take, but there wasn't enough bread in the house to absorb the liquor in my system. The s**t was like sawdust in my mouth, sticking to my tongue. Little bites were all I could muster as Nate watched me like a hawk.
Finally able to understand some of the words out of my mouth, I attempted to speak again. Although it remained slurred, my speech was slightly intelligible. "I just want to sleep."
"I'll help you get into bed. I'll sleep on the couch." There was no point in arguing; he was bigger than me and hadn't been on a three-day bender.
Once I was in my bed, he left on the light of The Seraphim and closed the door behind him. I filled the room with Sylvie's voice but at a
