—Louis L’Amour Eliza was almost through her first bottle when the phone rang. She checked the number before answering. Penny, Eliza’s maid of honor, didn’t waste time with hello. “Should I come over? We can get takeout and watch old movies.” Eliza sat down on the floor, still clutching the neck of the bottle. “No. It’s all right.” “Have you even gotten out of bed today?” “I went to the gym a couple of hours ago,” Eliza said. “I even showered. I’m just dandy. No need to worry.” “So what are you doing?” “Drinking the wine. All of it. ’Til I pass out.” “Jesus. Two hundred bottles. Can’t you return them?” Eliza looked at the stacks of boxes in her living room and took another swig. “No,” she said. “He wanted custom labels. ‘Eliza and Ryan, Today I Marry My Best Friend.’” She sighed. “At least it’s good cabernet.” “Sure you don’t want company?” “I’m fine.” “Tonight was supposed to be your bachelorette party. We should do something involving alcohol.
