"I'm going to go. I was supposed to check on the baby at one." She looks at Norman.
"You stay as late as you like," she adds, her voice tight. Norman looks sharply at her, his eyes glittering. Suddenly Alex thinks he doesn't seem that drunk, but she feels dizzy.
Are they going to argue about this? In front of the neighbors? Really?
Alex begins to glance around for her purse, gathers up the baby monitor, realizes then that it's plugged into the wall, and bends over to unplug it, aware of everyone at the table silently staring at her fat ass.
Well, let them. She feels like they're ganging up on her, seeing her as a spoilsport. Tears start to burn, and she fights them back. She does not want to burst into tears in front of everyone.
