Beth still thinks it's kind of daring to drink moonshine. It tastes like rubbing alcohol smells, and even though Daryl shrugged off the notion, she's not entirely convinced a bad batch won't make you go blind. Sure, maybe Daddy used to say that to scare them away from the stuff, but pouring a cup of something that came out of a still out in a shack in the middle of the woods takes some guts.

"Eighteen. I think." Exact days disappear when you're the only source of your calendar. Lose track--end up on the run or sick or out of it for some other reason--and there's no way to check whether it's the end of May or the beginning of June.