[Katina sure is hitting him with something... she grits her teeth as a few tears trickle out.]

Damned... damned alcohol is all...

[She rubs at her face a little, pressing on.]

He... while I was ignoring them... he had a heart attack. Doc said it was stress... mom couldn't... afford to hold off the funeral either... got in... touch with me a week... later.

[Katina turns away with her eyes clenched shut, suddenly embarrassed for going off like this.]

Damned whiskey...

[She still hasn't really had very much of it.]