Good-bye, Audrey

-- She'd break out the jug, her homemade gin – 'thimble-full won't hurt' – set two shot glasses on the counter and fill them to the brim, 'neat.' He'd raise his glass to her, 'Prost.' 'Prost,' she'd say and they'd knock them back and slam the glasses down on the counter. God's fire wrapped him up and burned all the way down. 'You don't need a wash with that, do ya?' He was speechless at the counte...