entertaining than hiding my drinking from my father." Audrey leaned in and gently kissed me on the lips. "Are you a wine aficionado?" "I barely know the difference between red and white, but I’ll be glad to try some. Feel free to grab the corkscrew." I leaned on a table and watch her move. There was a grace with her movement, but I felt everything she did was deliberate. "I believe the difference has something to do with their coloration. The reds are a touch darker than