History

"Look, Steve," Jane said. "Sara's brought us a jar of pickled kidneys."

"It's damson gin," Sara said. Sara was a vegetarian. Hadn't so much as looked at a kidney for twenty years.

"Lovely, Sara," I said. "That's great."

She didn't stay for long. Downed her tea and shuffled out, saying something about an exhibition.

"Damson gin?" Jane said, when Sara had left. "What's that all about?"

"I think she was just trying to be nice," I said. "Fridge or cupboard?"

"She was never nice. What? Oh — poor it down the sink. Damson bloody gin. Honestly, she's turning into Mum."