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"Coffee, please." Bonnie says quietly when she approaches the bar.

New Year's Eve was... actually she has no idea, that's part the problem.

"Can you deliver this note to Emcee and Jay, please?" she asks, depositing a piece of paper on the surface. "With a box of chocolate each."

'Emcee and Jay,
I am so sorry for crashing your party. Thank you for taking care of me.
I seem to have gained a traffic cone, does it belong to either of you?
Bonnie'

Okay. New year. New start. She takes the coffee and goes to sit by the fire.

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After a while, Autor leans on the back of her chair. "Hello, Bonnie. How are you?"

"Hey honey, happy new year!" Bonnie says, looking up at him. Oh man, straight into the light, ugh.

"Happy New Year," Autor says, noticing her squint. "Are you all right?"

"...I may have a bit of a hangover?"

Oh man, he's going to be mad. She still isn't sure if he'd noticed she'd been drinking that time he came up to her room.

Autor's face falls. "Why were you drinking?"

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Bonnie looks at the floor.

"Because I was weak. Because I failed. I don't know."

Autor follows her gaze. "It's only natural that you'd slip up sometime."

"Sorry." Bonnie says, quietly.

"I can't tell you that you shouldn't be sorry," Autor says, unable to meet her eye. "Hell, I shouldn't even be disappointed in you. That lies with you."

Oh, this is even worse than the hangover or the fact that her left wrist, which seems to have gained a support bandage from somewhere, is still throbbing and she can't even remember what she did to it.

Autor's tone of disappointment is just too much on top of everything else, which is why she bursts into tears and abandons her coffee to flee out back. It's freezing, and she hasn't got her coat on, or a handkerchief or anything. She sits on the ground against the wall and buries her head in her hands.

"Oh, Bon--" Autor says, following after her. It takes him a moment to find her, but by the time he does, he has a handkerchief out for her. "I'm sorry."

Bonnie accepts the handkerchief.

"I think Turtle's cheating on me." she blurts out.

Autor sits on the ground next to her, looping an arm around her shoulders. "Well, that explains the drinking," he says, with a sigh. "That's terrible. What gave you that impression?"

"I found panties in the wardrobe on Christmas eve, which never got given to me, and then he made some weird excuses which sounded like a total lie and I know he's hiding something but I don't know what."

"That does lend itself to suspicions of cheating," Autor says, blowing air out through his nose. "I'm so sorry, Bonnie. Is there anything I can do?"

"I don't think so. I can't prove it, he says he didn't cheat on me so I don't know what to do or think."

Autor squeezes her shoulders. "I see," he says, shaking his head. "Maybe you should give him the benefit of the doubt. He's been trustworthy before, right?"

"Always. That's why it was such a shock." Bonnie says.

She wipes her eyes on the handkerchief. "He said he was thinkin' of leavin' me. I cain't afford ter feed four kids and Lucy all on my own."

"Oh, gosh, Bonnie," Autor says, grimacing. "I'm so sorry. Do you think he'll really leave you?"

"He says he won't." Bonnie says. "But I don't know if that'll last."

"I wish you didn't have to deal with this," Autor says, rubbing his temples. "I don't know what's worse, him threatening to leave or him cheating."

"He says he ain't gonna do neither but now I don' know if I can trust him."

"You're right, then, you shouldn't trust him," Autor says, frowning slightly. "Put him on probation. Hopefully he'll want to earn your trust back. This is truly unfair to you, Bonnie. I'm angry at him."

"I'm angry at him too." Bonnie says. "It makes me wonder if I did something wrong, but... he knew what I was like when he married me, I never deceived him."

"You haven't done anything wrong, I'm sure of that," Autor says fiercely, squeezing her hand. "It's Turtle who needs to prove himself."