Chapter 173 – Two Brothers
- “Drink up, you sissy!” Giana laughs, sipping at the straw of her way-too-strong bloody mary.
- I just cough, looking askance at mine. “G, this is like 90% vodka, 5% tomato juice, and the rest is horseradish. Honestly, it’s basically clear.”
- “I am freshly a widow, Iris,” Giana says, even as she laughs. “You are not allowed to critique my bartending skills – it is rude, this is part of my grieving process.”