“I love you, Mom,” I whispered and pulled her into another hug.
“I love you too, baby.”
By the time I staggered upstairs, I was so full, I could barely breathe. There had been so much food, so good, so tasty. The three mugs of spiced wine hadn’t made it any easier on my stomach, or my head. I was dizzy and couldn’t stop my giggles. I did that when I was tipsy, I giggled like a little girl. Not very manly of me, but I did not much care at times like this.
I clumsily removed my clothes and dove under the sheets without putting my pajamas on. I was too tired for that kind of effort. As the spinning room faded and sleep claimed me, all my thoughts went to Michael. How amazing would it have been if I could have shared my success with him? His approving smile was the one thing that was missin
