This is the glass.

This is the glass of wine.

This is the glass of wine that Deborah brought me.

This is the glass of wine that Deborah brought me after she asked me how I was doing and in an unguarded moment I just flat out and told her, causing her to surely regret such a thing, even though she managed to be very professional and not flee the women’s room screaming “MY EYES! MY EYES!” or “I CAN’T UNSEE IT!”

 

May God bless Deborah, who listened to me sympathetically and saved all of you from having to hear it.

© E. Stocking Evans 2014