they never got around to eating that night.instead they sat on the couch in the living room , finished two bottles of red wine.they talked until two in the morning.by the time they went to sleep , betsys eyes were puffy , swollen and red.as they climbed the stairs , she felt nauseous.only the wine , she thought.paul held her around the waist , supporting her.her legs were rubbery and she had to hold onto the handrail.in the morning ill feel better .