"No," Sadie insists, though she does waver a little as she watches those scant, precious drops of alcohol swirling around the bottom of the glass. Gritting her teeth, she turns her head away from the alluring sight. For good measure, she thrusts the glass away until she's holding it at arm's length and squeezes her eyes shut.

Her resolve holds firm for five entire seconds - a personal record. Then she lets out a sound not unlike a sob and brings the glass to her lips, knocking back the remains of her martini. It's only enough to give her a taste of what she's missing, and it's only her deeply rooted respect for alcohol-related glassware that stops her from hurling the empty receptacle aside in a fit of self-loathing.

"Oh, Frank," she wails, "what are we going to do?"