12
Teenage summer
‘Graceful, you probably want to ease back a little bit.’
Grace finished what was left of her wine and immediately reached for the bottle to top herself up. ‘It’s a celebration, isn’t it?’ she said, aware her words were slurring. ‘Our reunion. My return to Blue Sands. And … and … Daniel’s happy marriage.’
As Joan’s wavering face watched her with what Grace guessed were motherly eyes, she took a swig of her freshly filled glass and immediately coughed, getting a hand up just in time to stop the wine from spraying across the chalet’s beige carpet.
‘I bet she’s a looker, isn’t she? Like a fashion model. Or is she rich?’
Grace reached for the wine bottle, but Joan was quicker, pulling it out of Grace’s reach, then lifting it and taking a swallow straight from the bottle
