Some time before Jeri and I separated, I remember getting into her car to go somewhere and I adjusted the driver’s seat to make more room for my legs. As the seat went back I saw a small clear liquor bottle. It was empty. I don’t know if it was vodka or gin — at the time I didn’t really know the difference. I felt a sort of a shock. It wasn’t that I thought my wife was an alcoholic, it was the surprise of learning that she drove in secret in the car. I wasn’t sure what that meant but I knew it was not a good sign.