“Get the violin out, Mark,” I said. “Ouch!” Mary had hit me.
“Serves you right,” Mark and Mary said together. We all laughed.
“Are you sure you two aren’t related?” I asked.
“Daft sod.” Mary shook her head. “Anyway, some hosts you two are. I’ve been here at least five minutes, and I haven’t been offered a drink yet.”
“Don’t look at me. No hands,” Mark said, lifting his arms.
“Between you two, I’ve really got my work cut out, haven’t I?” I asked.
“Yes,” they chorused.
I rolled my eyes, and walked toward the kitchen. Remembering Mark hadn’t asked for any painkillers today I asked if he would join us in having sherry.
“Yes, I’ll just have a small one. It’s Christmas after all.”
I smiled and entered the kitchen. Popping my head back around the door I told Mary, “You’re only having a
