Chapter 179 Are You Trying To Get Rid Of Me?

• When I told my friends about the transfer to Russford, they were less than thrilled. In fact, they were so upset that they ordered two more bottles of wine.
• “It’s going to be a long night,” Rachel said, as she paid the bartender at our favorite wine bar. We were well enough known here, that the bartender swooped by our table every so often to see if we needed refills.
• We were also very good tippers. That probably helped.