The refrigerator door didn’t rattle when he opened it. Even as bleary as he was, he knew that wasn’t a hopeful sign. The vegetable bin was empty save for a browning, wilted bunch of celery. The shelves held a few soggy pasteboard cartons sagging with the weight of their contents and a trio of bottles of Kanschlager fortified ale. The detrius of their patronage of the local food merchants he understood, but Willie’s abandonment of some of her booze was a surprise.