Sweaty, tired, and in a daze, she eventually found herself sitting at the bar at the Bell in Hand Tavern. The barkeep recognized her.
“It’s been a while. How have you been?”
“Generally fine. Today…”
She shook her head.
“The usual?”
“Sure.”
She picked up the glass, held it to the light, watched the legs recede, then set it on a $20 bill.
Not today.