All the way back to Mount Pleasant we called her every name in the book. The plan was to go to Suzanne’s house after I picked up my car. We weren’t quite ready to call it a day and we decided some adult hydration was definitely in order to soothe our rankled nerves. And we shared a crushing need for a postmortem rehash. There was a lot to discuss. “I’m glad we parked at Bottles,” I said. “What’s it gonna be, ladies? White or red? My treat.” “Anything, as long as it’s alcoholic,” Suzanne said. “I have to be downtown by six. No vino for me,” Carrie said. “Well, maybe a thimble.” “Okay!” I said, and got out of the car. “See you soon.” They pulled away and I walked across the steaming parking lot to the store’s entrance. It was divided into two parts—one side sold liquor and the other sold wine. I’d had a twenty-dollar bill in my wallet that morning when I checked.
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