Winona rolled her eyes as she pushed her bangs back again. "I need a drink. Do you have whiskey? Anything stronger than beer?"

Raylan lifted his eyebrows and started towards the kitchen. He knew this wasn't over.

She continued with a breath, putting her hand back on her hips as she looked back at Malcolm. "You get to have a choice in this; I don't. And once Raylan gets over whatever this.. Late life crisis is, we've still got to live with it."

From the kitchen, Raylan sounded warningly. "Winona."

She only glanced at him. "Who are you to tell me how I react to anything, anyway? Some man I don't know comin' in and talking about our future issues with schools."