“said Aunt Peg. “I cannot believe that you missed the Standard Poodle judging on the last day of the Kentuckiana Cluster because you were drunk.” “Tipsy,” I said, from the backseat of Aunt Peg’s minivan. “I was only tipsy.” It was late Monday morning and Aunt Peg, Bertie, and I were on our way to Lexington for Miss Ellie’s funeral. Due to my transgressions the previous day, I had found myself unceremoniously demoted from front seat status. Instead, Bertie—who’d delayed her departure from Kentuck...y by a day in order to attend the service with us—was now sitting beside Aunt Peg. “You were way past tipsy.” Bertie corrected me with annoying conviction. “But don’t worry. Apparently you’re a happy drunk. Terry and Crawford were thoroughly entertained.” “Wonderful,” I muttered. I didn’t even remember seeing Crawford. He must have come by the setup after my precipitous run to the ladies’ room. Drinking bourbon on an empty stomach at barely past noon? Seriously, what had I been thinking?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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