The cork broke in the corkscrew.
Marilyn Danner gave it a look then bit down and pulled the cork out with her teeth.
Casey Danner shook her head, laughed, eyed the bottle suspiciously. Wine wasn’t her mom’s area of expertise.
She took a sip. Wasn’t horrible.
“Sarah says,” Marilyn blurted, “you have a new man.”
Casey flared her nostrils, grabbed a cracker and dipped it in the wine, just a silly impulse.
“Sarah should worry about Sarah. I am kinda seeing a new guy, Phil…”. Her voice trailed off
“But?” Her mom said.
Casey shrugged. “Super good looking, reminds me of Dad, which is lovely. But the but is that he’s too much like dad.”
“Three layers of deodorant on each pit?”
Casey laughed through her nose, chewing a wine soaked cracker.
“No. But motorcycle…and super into pool.”
Marilyn smiled.
Casey frowned
“Obviously, I kinda think of what happened to Dad.”
Marilyn’s face reddened,and Casey saw a gray, distant look in her eye. Marilyn took a solid gulp of wine, then smiled, but it was forced.
“What, mom?”
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