From TC 9:3 – “Disappearing” by Robert Wexelblatt

Uncle Richard rubbed his hands together and looked benignly down on us. “Good. You’re here. Now, what’ll it be? Gin with your tonic, or vodka?”
I turned toward Bonnie.
“Vodka,” she said eagerly.
“And for you?” asked Uncle Richard with a kindly smile.
“Same’s fine.”
He started toward the kitchen then turned back. “Lime?”
We both nodded, good little guests side by side on the white couch.
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