Page 94 of A Murderous Crow
“This looks great,” she said with a serene smile as she settled in her seat.
“Do you have anything to drink?” I asked.
“Oh!” she got up and went to the fridge pulling out a bottle of wine she’d left in it to chill.
“It’s cheap, but it’s my favorite,” she said twisting off the cap. I must have looked horrified because she laughed.
“Just try it!” she cried, and she poured a couple of stemless wine glasses.
“First of all, those glasses are a monstrosity. Wine glasses have a stem for a reason.”
“Oh, really?” she demanded. “And why is that?”
“To keep the warmth from your hand from affecting the wine in the glass. Some wines are meant to be savored chilled, and stemless wine glasses defeat the purpose.”
“Oh, you know, that actually makes sense,” she said, bringing the glasses over.
I took the one she offered me and sniffed the contents, which honestly smelled like fruity rubbing alcohol. She laughed at the face I made and sipped hers.
I sipped mine and while it wasn’tterribleit wasn’t great, either.
“Ah! Yeah, no, that’s no where even close to ‘pretty good,’” I said. “It’s barely drinkable.”
She laughed and shook her head, taking her seat.
“We can add Wine Snob to the list of quirks I love about you,” she said.
“Oh? Endearing, is it?”
“Mm,” she nodded, chewing the bite of food she’d taken thoughtfully. “Adorable,” she said.
I laughed and shook my head.Shewas adorable.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about last night all day,” she said after a short but comfortable silence.
“Oh, yeah?” I sipped the wine which didnotget better with more consumption – if anything, it got worse.
Savannah laughed at the face I made and I stood up, “Yeah, no, I can’t do it,” I said and tipped the contents of my glass into hers. I went to the fridge to find something palatable, even if it was just water.
“I would like to go home for a weekend,” she said as I pulled a bottle of Perrier out of the fridge.
“To South Carolina?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said and I returned to the table with my glass of sparkling water.
“I don’t see anything wrong with that, at all – has the tax attorney reached out to your family?”
“Oh, yeah! Yes, my dad called me about that today, actually.”
“Good, good!”
“I just really miss the farm and I would like to go see my family.”
“Well, certainly,” I said.
“Which is why I’ve been thinking… I feel as though I’ve already met yours; and while mine is certainly more sedate and far less sexually charged… I would love for you to come with me,” she looked hesitant, like she was almost afraid to ask.
I looked across the small table at my darling, my girl, and I smiled.
