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Sofia breathes a sigh of relief when she leaves the busy city streets behind and enters the little used back roads leading towards her country estate. She isn't feeling so well anymore, and after another mile or two, she has to pull over and throws up. This is all the nastier as she hasn't anything to wash away the awful taste of her vomit. Driving on even slower than before, she grabs the wheel as firmly as she can and shakes her head to clear away the double vision. Notwithstanding all her caution, Sofia is startled when suddenly a dust-covered pickup barrels onto the road from a dirt track, directly in front of her car. Yanking the wheel to the right with all her strength, she runs the Caddy into the ditch, brushing aside several small rocks and the undergrowth. Sobered up a little by the unexpected adrenaline rush, Sofia climbs up to the road where a young woman with an auburn ponytail has just stumbled from her car. "Omigod, omigod, I'm sho shorry!" she cries hysterically. "I really shouldn't be drivin, I've been dringin', I'm sho shorry!" - "Fine", Sofia sighs sarcastically. "You're washded? Mage that two!" - "Huh? Wadda ya mean?" The other woman is still confused. "I mean that I'm drung ash well, and I'm nod hurd, so pleashe calm down." - "Oh ... really?" The girl with the ponytail seems to think over her situation. "Bud ... bud I could've killed you, or I could've killed me, or I could've killed ..." Bursting into another crying fit, she rushes back to the pickup and opens the rear passenger door. Sofia is flabbergasted again when she hears a little child crying. "Waid, ish thish a kid? Don'tell me you're drivin' drung with a kid inne car!" Instead of an answer, the ponytailed woman takes a little boy from his car seat and begins to caress him tenderly. "Omigod, whad haff I done?" she sobs violently. "Poor lil' Eddie! I'm sush a bad mom!" Sofia sighs again and steps nearer. "Ogay, what'sh your name, kiddo?" - "I'm Flish ... I mean, Felishidy." - "Fine, I'm Shofia. And where do ya live?" - "Shus' over there, that'sh my drifeway." She points in the direction of the dirt road she came from. "Ish there anybody home now?" - "No, we ... I'm a shingle mom now." The tears are beginning to flow again. "Ah, I unnershtand. Been there, done that. When didde go?" - "Lashd weeg." Sofia ushers Felicity and her son into the back of the pickup's cabin. "Come on, I'll tage you bag to your houshe. Don' worry, I'll drife at walgin' pashe." - "Okay." After a few hundred yards, Sofia discovers a dilapidated wooden house at the end of the driveway, little more than a big log cabin. "Home, shweed home", she mumbles when she stops the pickup only a few paces from the entrance. Suddenly, she spots a half-empty beer can on the floor beneath the front passenger seat. Unable to control herself, the pretty Latina grabs the container and gulps down its remaining content. She blushes when she sees Felicity's face. "Shorry, but I couldn't resishd. Do you have any more algol in your houshe?" Felicity starts weeping again. "No, I ... I wash goin' to ged more beer." - "Sho thish ish a dry houshe now? Gread, shus' what we two drungen shods need. I guesh we've had enuff for thish seashon." Climbing from the car, Sofia keeps telling herself that she can't possibly be an alcoholic. She hasn't been drunk for weeks, maybe months. What is wrong with her today? And what about Felicity? "Shay, have you been drung yesherday?" she inquires. "Or the day before? Pleashe be honest!" - "No, I washn't. It'sh drue, I shwear!" - "Ogay, I'll belief you. Ged in, do ya haff shome tea or coffee?" Although it is rather difficult to care for a drunk when you are drunk yourself, Sofia manages to prepare a small dinner for Felicity and Eddie. Fortunately, the young woman stopped breastfeeding two months ago, and there is a supply of powdered milk and baby food in the pantry. It is also a real blessing that there is no **** left in the house, because Sofia is still craving for another drink. Nevertheless, a mug of strong coffee has been able to clear her head a little. "I have no money lefd", Felicity sobs after the meal. "How am I shubbosed to pay all the billsh?" - "Don't agonishe o'er that now. Maybe I can helb ya to sord out fingsh lader." She may be a frustrated Milf, Sofia muses, but she has still a lot of money left from her divorce settlement. "Could ya shday wiff us overnide?" Felicity asks timidly. "Shure, kiddo." After texting her teenage sons that she is spending the night with a friend, Sofia puts her charges to bed, feeling a strange affection for the troubled young woman. Although Felicity is too old to be her daughter, maybe it is some kind of motherly instinct. Eventually, Sofia arranges herself a sleeping place on the living room couch and dozes off. The next day, she is convinced, can only get better for all of them.

REPORT #8648A: ONE INFECTED PERSON SELF-DECONTAMINATED

REPORT #8658B: PERSON IN QUESTION WAS NOT INFECTED - DEVIANT BEHAVIOR CAUSED BY CHARACTER WEAKNESSES