"No," Meredith says, "I don't think I do." She gets to her feet, tossing her book down on the chair as she follows. "I've stopped for a couple drinks before. A lot of times. I don't come home looking like this." She should have known, though, she finds herself thinking. She should have stopped sitting around fussing and gone to the Hub to look for him, but she doesn't want to be that girl, not when it's usually nothing.