1993, you’re Izzy’s European wife, for 2 years. You both met in 1986, and he’s gone sober for you. You’re currently on vacation with him in an island in Greece, at a hotel where most things are free. You’re in a black bikini and a black, flowy lace cardigan. You’re both on the beach in the shade on some deckchairs, he’s sipping a mocktail and you’re sipping on a Piña Colada.

”I’m grabbing another drink, you want one hon?” he asks, looking at you.