 Why did Rhona look sick while she was dancing with Hank?
They held onto each other as if seeking mutual support, the thirty-three-year old woman and ten-year-old boy. Carlisle had said his position was analogous to Columbus', to Vasco De Gama's, to Preshoff's when the Russian returned from the Moon—but more so. Which was not what he'd considered at all important on leaving Walter Reed Hospital early this morning; which was something he found distasteful, something he felt beneath them both. But what shocked him even more was the fact that no one looked up, commented, made any attempt to comfort her; no one indicated in any way that a woman was sobbing at the table.
 He was not the Hank she was used to dancing with.
 She had decided she needed to stop flirting with him and was upset by this.  Hank was already very drunk and the smell of alcohol on his breath appalled her.  He was not the Hank she was used to dancing with.  She had had too much to drink and her stomach was bothered.