Despite being overly intoxicated,
Tania manages to drive home without killing herself or anyone else. By the time she makes it into the house, her
head is spinning so much that she places a hand on her head, thinking that it
will help to steady her.
Her bumbling and stumbling downstairs
wakes Antwain. He checks the time and sees that it’s almost
7 in the morning.
Antwain is more relieved than angry. Thank God she’s home, he says to
himself.
He can hear Tania mumbling to herself
and finally suspects that she may have had a few too many drinks.
“One, twho, tree…” Tania mumbles attempting to count on her fingers.
Antwain makes it downstairs to
witness Tania clumsily attempting to go over some of her martial arts moves.
“Tania…are you drunk?” Antwain asks.
“Wut you tr…try’na say?” Tania returns defensively.
“I think you need to get in
bed.”
“I not tired,” Tania says unconvincingly.
“Seriously babe, let’s get you into
bed,” Antwain
attempts to say as calmly as possible.
“I not a chile!”
“I know, but you’ve had too much to drink.”
“An exaaact…ly
how much is toooo
much.”
“Tania…please.”
“One daaay married and you try’na be my daddy!”
“No Tania. I love you and I want to take care of
you. Please come upstairs with
me.”
For a moment, it appears that Antwain has gotten through to her.
“No!
I juss
loss my brotha…again. Leave me alone!”
“Okay babe. Do what you want.”
“I feel sick,” Tania suddenly says in
totally different tone. “I think I go to behed now.”
“OK babe. Good idea.”
Tania stares at Antwain angrily for reasons he cannot even
guess, but she doesn’t say anything to his relief.
Tatiana leaves her bedroom and stands
in the hallway, listening to the whole thing; shaking her head.
Tania finally stumbles her way
upstairs, refusing to allow Antwain
to help her. She falls asleep before her
head even hits the pillow.
Tatiana sits in the bathroom
thinking. There has to be something she
can do to help her granddaughter.
Antwain sits down to breakfast, but
cannot eat. He too knows that he has to
do something to help his wife through this incredibly difficult time.
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