Thirsty. Wine needed. Help.

A hot afternoon in a jacket and tie. In New Jersey. At and after a funeral. All the grief, all the quotidian chatter at the brief gathering at the daughter of the lovely lady who died. And not a dram of the happiness, if you know what I mean. These nice people aren't Irish or English for that matter.

Ah indeed, me dear ones, I'd forego salvation for a cool glass of Fiano or Macon or even Kiwi Sauvignon Blanc right now. For the refreshment value, which would be high, and to raise a glass to dear Susan Sackner, whose spirit lives in her daughter Robin and her beautiful little grand-daughters.

Here's to you. (Clink.)

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[Lisa Qiu]

Kiwi...

I'll treat you to a glass delicious dark chocolate monte'.

(Clink)