“Did you
grab any napkins?” Alex asked.
Rosalie
shook her head, looking down at the beans as she scooped up a spoonful. Alex
hitched herself up off her stump and went to find napkins. She returned moments
later, body turned toward Rosalie, offering her a napkin. Rosalie accepted it
with a tipsy hum of appreciation.
“Want me to
refill your drink?” Alex pointed at Rosalie’s empty glass.
Rosalie
nodded eagerly. The only thing better than a good meal was a good meal with a
great glass of wine. She didn’t want to lose her buzz with the absorbing weight
of her meal. She planned to try to stay in the doorway between buzzed and drunk
for as long as she could maintain the balance.
Alex
returned with a beer, a fresh glass of white wine, and a hunk of bread.
“Malcolm
gets this fresh
