Ginger Ale Nights

There are some nights when I am asked, to bring the ginger ale. I carry the seemingly benign beverage from the cellar without fail. As I reach the top step, I can see him reach below the sink. 20 oz. of Canadian Whiskey And a shot of the ale …the recipe for his drink. He downs these libations, steadily through the eve. Slowly things change. The room gets hotter, air is stiller, silently I sit. Staying out of range. I watch and wait and say a prayer to do nothing that incites. You see I have a reason to dread the drink and those lonely ginger ale nights.