As Grenadine groans and mumbles incoherently to herself, Meryl places a bottle of Pepto within reach.
Grenadine sits for hours, and a quiet tension fills the house. Eventually, Marie, who is sensitive and sympathetic to madness, comes down and places a bottle of corn whiskey on the table without speaking a word.
Grenadine's brain feels fuzzy, as though it's tickling her from the inside.
She sits unmoving for so long that even Mr. Puddles begins to grow concerned.
Grenadine's childhood in the Slavic Union comes back to her in waves... While her mother was away night after night working in brothels to put food on the table, it was Grenadine who had to care for her tiny brother. Often she pretended that he was hers, wrapping him in her mother's babushka and putting a crown of flowers on his head. But now he is gone... Grenadine's baby is dead.