“I’m getting some more hot chocolate. Like some?”
He hesitated, so I added, “I also have Bailey’s. Bailey’s Irish Cream. It’s very nice.”
He looked at me then, evidently interested.
“I generally have it on the rocks—over ice, that is—but it’s good with milk too.”
He gave a weak smile and said, “With milk, if that’s okay.”
I nodded and went into the kitchen. I returned with Bailey’s—both with milk—in two brandy glasses. Robbie took the glass I proffered him with a kind of suppressed excitement. I sat down and raised my glass to him.
“To—fires in winter-time,” I said. He gave a small laugh, and raised his glass in return.
There is something so rich about Bailey’s that it makes all of life’s travails just a little easier to take. Part of that is the alcohol, of course, but I have alway
