Ted shook his head, feeling sorry for himself. Sally was so self-involved. He could hear the rain beating against the window pane as he reached for the glass.

Inside the cupboard his fingers felt something unexpected and unidentifiable. He brought it out into the light. A small bottle, like a bottle of vitamines. But without a label.

Carefully he unscrewed the top and looked in. A pile of slippery-looking orange pills. Slowly it dawned on him that they were drugs. Of course they were drugs. But illegal, recreational, unhealthy drugs. Yikes.

Ted considered briefly. It was almost certainly Sally. Anna was just not the type, while Sally was always out partying and getting drunk, always looking for a good high. He suddenly remembered how quickly she had turned when he came in to the kitchen, how nervously she had been chattering. Self-involved? or strung out?

He was still standing there, stupidly staring at the bottle in his hand, when he became aware of someone coming from the living room. Without thinking he quickly replaced the bottle in the cupboard and busied himself with the dishes.