No More Sorrow by James D. Irwin

Sometimes you get to feeling that drink tastes sweeter for sorrow-- 'least sorrow is sweeter with drink if you ask me.

I’d been at the drink so long I’d got to forgetting what I was feeling so blue about, almost. She walked out of my life, but they all do sooner or later. I liked her a lot, and I think the girls did too— and the girls don’t always do.

There’s a lot of sad talk amongst them now. But nothing lasts forever, I guess. Not whiskey nor sorrow, nor careers at the Ranch.

They’ll be a new girl come along in time and they girls’ll like and they fuss and fawn over her and forget about Celeste. And there won’t be no more sorrow or sad talk in the cat-house.