Maggie wasn’t sure how long she sat before falling asleep, but when she woke up, it was light outside. The clouds were dark grey and looked heavy with rain. She could hear somebody moving around downstairs and stood. Still wrapped in the blanket she walked down the stairs to see who else was awake.

Anita was sitting by the kitchen table, nursing a big, steaming mug of coffee. She looked up when she heard Maggie and nodded weakly.

“You look like shit,” Maggie said as she picked her favourite mug out of the cardboard box on the kitchen counter.

“I feel like shit,” Anita said, taking another sip of coffee. Remind me to never mix that stuff with beer again.” She pointed at the empty bottle of tequila on the kitchen counter.