Stephanie took her bottle of wine and sat down on one of their couches, picking up the bottle and guzzling it like a sorority girl, only setting it down when about a third of the bottle had disappeared. She turned towards Marcelo, watching him, but not really knowing what, if anything to say to him.

As if summoned, Sancho hopped onto her lap, the oversized cat sprawling upon her, demanding to be petted. With the hand that wasn't holding a bottle of wine, she softly stroked Sancho's fur.

That at least, was a simple act that could be enjoyed, that made her feel a little better. She took another drink right out of the bottle and continued petting her cat.