“Hi, Meg,” her mother said, shaking water from her coat. “I didn’t think New England weather could change so fast! One minute it was lovely, and the next, whoosh!” “You should have been here for the hailstorm last month,” Meg said. “Good heavens! How frightening. Was there any damage?” “No, my orchard came through all right, but there were others that weren’t so lucky.” “Drat!” Phillip stopped in the midst of removing his coat. “I forgot to stop at the liquor store.” “Did you remember groceries?” Meg asked. “Of course, dear. We’re all set for dinner. Phillip, why don’t you bring in the food and then you can go find a liquor store? Meg, where would the nearest one be?” “Go out to the highway and turn left, toward Holyoke. There are a couple along that road.” “Anything in particular you want, Meg? What does your young man drink?” My young man? “Beer and wine mostly. You can pick something that goes with the meal.” “I won’t be long, ladies.”
