It was Jack who dragged Andre home.Andre had been drinking hard. He'd started the minute he walked out of the stock exchange and kept going until the early hours of the morning.The living room was full of empty bottles, and the ashtray was overflowing with cigarette butts. He sat on the couch, clutching the ring he'd gone back and fished out of the toilet himself. He'd washed it over and over, but the smell never went away."Don, you need to stop drinking," Jack urged.Andre ignored him and took another swig."She never used to let me smoke," he said suddenly, slurring his words. "She said it stank, so she made me quit. I didn't touch a cigarette for three years. Then she left, and I started again."Jack sighed. He didn't know what to say.Andre held up the ring and studied the worn engraving. Then he gave a small, miserable smile."Jack, do you think she'll ever come back?"Jack was quiet for a long time. When he finally spoke, his voice was low. "Don, Ms. Blake's company went publi
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