Sally waited a split second, then snuck on silent stocking feet to the door, which Anna had left ajar. She shut it slowly, carefully, making sure it was closed all the way. Then she hurried over to the fridge and reached behind it.

A dumb place to hide the stuff, yeah, but she hadn't wanted to stash it in the bedroom she shared with Anna, and she also hadn't been thinking to clearly last night. She had been WASTED.

She pulled out the bottle and examined it in the clear light of her hangover. Squat, opaque, labeless. But she knew what was in it, and how to take them. Just one now, and then she'd feel great. Maybe some more later. But just one for now.

She unscrewed the top and then reached into the cupboard for a glass of water.