Although it was clear that Fiona was drunk, she wasn't passing out or losing control of herself. Annabelle put the kettle on and filled a large glass with water. It was just gone nine-fifteen, there was time to sober her mother up enough for her to know and feel what was happening.
"Here, drink this now, and I'll make you a coffee, I want you to watch the ten o'clock news with me."
"Okay, darling," slurred Fiona, "anything you say."
Annabelle kissed her affectionately on the forehead, watched her drink the water, and poured her a mug of strong black filter coffee. She added a splash of cold water to the mug, so that her mother could drink it more or less straight away. Fiona shook her head, miraculously the loosely structured bun in her hair was still in place. Annabelle was so turned o
