Livia knew Mary was driving, but thought she might have at least one glass of Prosecco. She hadn’t considered that her guest might have been a teetotaller. It came out involuntarily.
“You really don’t drink alcohol Mary?”
After a brief pause, that seemed to Livia like a lifetime, Mary replied.
“Course I feckin’ do... I’m Irish ain’t I? Is the Pope, God bless him, a Catholic? I was pulling your feckin’ plonker Livia!”
Any hint of tension from misunderstanding vanished as the two women laughed like old best friends. Livia articulated her feelings.
“I feel I’ve known you forever Mary.”