That was true enough though none of the family barring Sarah could really throw stones. They really were a terrible bunch once the liquor had touched them and Cassie knew, without the benefit of any additional gifts she might have, that they would likely never get better. The children might grow, might be better than them, but somewhere there would be a part of Theo, and Abe's children, and however many the others had, that was Freya. And Freya had liked a drink.

"Who would? Especially when it's freely provided." It was possible they would all be dead by the time they were forty and it would be entirely Abe's fault and she laughed to herself, about to share the thought with her sisters when a shiver took hold of her and her vision went foggy. "Ugh, what did you put in this Meer? I feel terrible..."