 Just one of those things, you know, purely an accident. My husband had been drinking. She's holding a cigarette with an impossibly long ash on the tip, and her eyes are sad and scared and betray the fact that she barely believes what she's saying. Anyway, something good did come out of it all because he said, Wendy, I'm never going to touch another drop. And if I do, you can leave me. And he didn't.