In this snippet, Dori barters for her dinner with a homeless man she meets, something she later will come to regret.

I reached in my bag and pulled out one of the bottles of wine.  His eyes moved quickly to survey what I’d produced and he licked his lips.  “Would you like to share this bottle with me?  I don’t like to drink alone.”  I reached in the bag again to pull out two plastic cups.

“Who am I say ‘no’ to such an offer?” he said then chuckled.  “You should never try to drink away your sorrows…not alone anyway.”  The chuckle made an encore and I had to laugh with him this time. Continue reading →