She heard his cowboy boots approaching across the bare, stained Chinese 
rug. He confiscated her club soda. "Don't want to drink this fizzy stuff when 
you're having a cry. It'll come out your nose. You need something like tomato 
juice—replace those lost electrolytes. I tell you what," he said, 
rattling his tremendous keychain, "I'll break the rules and fix you an 
honest-to-god Bloody Mary. Usually I make 'em with tabasco, which is how we do 
it where I'm from. But since your mucus membranes are already irritated enough, 
I'll just make a boring one."