In the street, I asked her if she knew of someplace we could get a glass of wine. She said she knew just the place. She had a car that was parked about a block away. We got into her car and she began to drive. She took me a few miles out of town to an apartment building. “This is where I live,” she said. We got out of the car and entered the building on the first floor. This was her apartment. As soon as we entered, she took me on a tour. I could tell that she was proud of it and it must have been her first. There was a nicely furnished living room, dining room, kitchen, bedroom, and bath. She had me sit down in the living room on the sofa. She went into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of chardonnay and an opener. She handed them to me. “Open this while I get some glasses.” She disa
