QUOTE : I might need an escort to the loo. I’m a little drunk.” It broke through his sadness, changing his mood yet again. “You think?” he asked, smiling. “Well, I don’t exactly have your height and girth. And I’m a small drinker—couple of beers or wines or fruity things. Truth is, I’m worried about standing up….” He laughed at her. “No one held you down and poured it down your neck.” “It’s awful reading letters you’ve written. All the bad sentences, terrible spelling, stupid remarks… I bet when you go to hell, they just read every letter you ever wrote out loud.” He