(never) break the chain
She remembered Helen leaving for Santa Fe. A business trip to meet a new client. Remembered getting that phone call. Then pouring a glass of whiskey, only to down it in two gulps. Eventually giving up the pretense of a glass, bringing the bottle to her office. She must have gotten behind the wheel at some point. The rest was white noise.
Carol Sturka/Helen Umstead
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