The next morning Dan slept in. He'd had a little too much to drink. By the time he made it downstairs, Mark had already left for the day. Alana was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee. When she saw Dan, she gave him a big smile and got up to pour him a cup.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, "you had quite a bit last night."
"Not great, actually. I think I'm getting old. I can't hold my liquor any more."
She smiled again, "I'm sorry we kept giving you drinks. But I think you needed it."
She was right. Last night was the closest Dan had felt to 'normal' in a long time. It was absolutely what he'd needed.
"I tell you what," she continued, "I think I know what'll make you feel better. Let me give you a massage today. I don't have to work until this afternoon."
"I don't
