You do plenty drinking half my bottle, instead of letting me do the whole, thanks. I ought to know my limits, you'd think, but...

[But life is hard and there's a certain kind of peace to be had in forgetting. And wine is good for that, even if it's good for nothing else-- Sorrel doesn't indulge often, and that for a reason.]

Anyhow. Hope your married life is going better than mine. If my sister comes back coughing blood on account of you not taking care of her, I'll have to do something really fatal and stupid.