"Rose, what am I supposed to do?" Cornelia asked after her third or fourth glass of wine that night alone.
"Stop drinking, that's what. You've got to stop drinking," Rose said, taking the bottle of wine away from Cornelia.
"You know I could always conjure up another bottle, right?" Cornelia asked.
"You wouldn't dare," Rose narrowed her eyes.
"Well, you know I wasn't referring to my drinking issue when I asked you what I was supposed to do right," Cornelia spoke, her voice weak.
"If you knew you were going to react this way then why did you want to meet them in the first place?" Rosalynn questioned, tilting her head to the side and knitting her brows.
"Huh, you always know the right questions to ask," Cornelia noticed.
"Of course, I do. I've known you for a substantial amount of time, I know what to ask and what not to ask," Rose commented.
"Glass," she said to Cornelia, who sighed.