Mrs. Fanny felt numb and betrayed, and spending her night at the edge of a night club was one way she had gotten over heartbreaks in the past. Only on such days could she be called alcoholic. As she glared at the bottles of beer and rum on her table she caught hold on a cigar on her table and lit, before she had her first draw of smoke and started pondering over Ken; yes she had played the folly and it was time to draw the curtains against Ken and move on with her life. She wouldn’t want ...