Sunday, 19 May 2024
7:24pm
"Your champagne, sir," the flight attendant said, proffering a fluted glass of something bubbly.
"I didn't ... but ..." I stuttered and took it.
"She did," she said and handed Gwen a fluted glass.
"Cheers, love," she said. We clinked. We swigged.
"Cheers, Daddy,"...