Drinking

He sat at the table again, smoking, taking a drink of beer now  and then.She cooked , sipping on her beer between tasks.She could feel the alcohol,even this small amount of it.In New Years Evening,at the Legion Hall,she and Richard would have some drinks.Other than that, not much, and there seldom was liquor in the house ,except a bottle of brandy she had  bought once in some vague spasm of hope for romance in their country lives. The bottle was still unopened.

他又重新坐在桌边，抽着烟，不时地呷一口啤酒。她做饭，忙中偷闲地抿一口她的啤酒。她可以感觉到酒精的作用，虽然量是这么少。在大年夜，在军团的大厅里，他和理查德喝过一些酒，其它时候，一般不会喝，家里几乎没有烈性酒，除了有一次，她心血来潮，模糊地希望在波澜不惊的乡村生活中能有哪怕是隐隐的浪漫情调，曾经买过一瓶白兰地。那瓶子到现在还没有打开过。