"True, I tried to find the food stores around here the other day, and I found a closet filled with SCRA Vodka!" she chuckled and squeezed his hand,
Georgia fluffed her pillow and leaned back on it for comfort, finishing another glass.
"You wanna come over and talk tomorrow?" she glanced at the clock, "It's getting late and I'm real tired..." she stretched and yawned, releasing his hand.
