Having a low and suspicious mind, I made one more maneuver. I lifted my glass. “Let’s drink an old Silesian toast. On the first drink, we cross arms and you drink from my glass and I drink from yours. May our glasses never empty and our lips never dry.”
“That’s sweet,” she said. I had a feeling I would hear that word several times during our conversation. She lifted her glass to my mouth and I lifted mine to her lips. We drank. I felt like a heel; her drink was the real thing. But I didn’t let it bother me.
“How did you like the show?” she asked.
“The star attraction was great,” I said. “The rest of it was five broads getting undressed.”
She was pleased by that. “They’re sweet kids,” she said.
“Sure,” I agreed.
“You said you wanted to talk to me, honey. Something about insurance?”
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