That's what alcoholics do. It's in their job description: fall apart and then keep falling apart.

Do you ever miss him? Every day. Every minute. Every minute, she says. Yes, it's that way, isn't it?

we both smile and we are conspirators.

That's what alcoholics do. It's in their job description: fall apart and then keep falling apart.

It was silly, wasn't it? But the singing made it not silly.

…she smiles in an exhausted but warm sort of way, as though she is a brilliant sun in some other galaxy

Is it sad to fancy David Tennant when you're dead?