C19 The caller

"Gwen, you're drunk," Amanda greeted when she saw her friend by the side of the pool.

She was holding a glass of wine. It's already late evening, but there she is drinking alone.

"What is it?" She spoke again.

She sat down next to her and let the cold water soak her feet and legs.

Gwen breathes heavily.

"It's nothing, I just want to clear my mind," she replied