Talk became small as both women tackled the modest feast Livia had created and somehow managed to call sandwiches. When finished eating, the serious talk, the big talk, would start again. Something told Livia that what Mary was about to tell her would be anything but trivial.
“Should’ve brought a bottle with me Livia.” said Mary as the last of the fizz dripped into her glass. “And d’ya know what? I feckin’ did! It’s in me car. Wait a sec while I go get it.”
Mary came back with a bottle, not of Prosecco, but champagne.
Celebration time, come on!
Drew Martyn 6 months ago
Mary, ya ol' fecker, I adore you already. (Still love you, too, Liv!)