Chapter 48 Four Years Ago 4

• I had only tasted wine at a wedding before, and I was expecting not to like it – but I did. It was a lot sweeter and mellower than the sour stuff at my cousin’s reception, and a hundred times better than the crappy beer I’d had at the few parties I’d gone to in high school and college.
• “You like it?” he asked apprehensively.
• “Yeah. It’s really good. How the hell did you get it? Do you have a fake ID or something?”