Felicia's happiness went out of her hands as so did her drinking problem. She is alone; plotting against people once were her friends at the big house. Alcoholism is literally destroying her.She finds hard to trust now. She has consumed so much alcohol that a cloud of whiskey followed her wherever she went. She has drifted from one garden party to another, staring at people with bright, feverish eyes until they became uncomfortable and moved away. However, she has a "friend". She has a companion. She has an ally which doesn't deceive her company, but which has made her world fall into pieces. Felicia, I wish I knew what went wrong in your life. I wish, I knew what went wrong with you. Dear Ma'am, I wish I could take the whiskey out of your hands now.
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