She grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked out onto the patio, unable to bear the blaring silence of the empty house.
After a moment outside, beads of water appeared on the brown bottle and, one by one, they streaked down its face. She wiped the damp label with her thumb, then dried her soaked cheeks.
"Well, what do you know." She smiled at the sympathetic bottle, the one friend that seemed to understand her. "Beer cries, too."