She recognized that look

She recognized that look from across the room puffy eyelids red cheeks. The decades of drinking had run her ragged. No matter how many jogs and squats her skin had lost it's luminosity. She considered getting a face lift or Botox injections at her brow. Yet she still downed drinks nightly with her friends at the Long Island beach bars followed by bottles of wine with dinner. In her mind that was what money was for. Her husband was sober as a judge. He'd stay home and vacuum, fold the laundry and water the plants and make her pancakes on Sunday mornings.