A bottle was set on the kitchen table, with a pair of glasses that looked brand new and a corkscrew sitting nearby.
“Is it any good?” Jackie asked anxiously. “The lady seemed to know what she was talking about, but then I started to worry that she was just trying to get me to buy the most expensive stuff.”
“Did you?”
“Well, no,” the blond woman admitted with a blush. “Some of that stuff is really expensive! Why do people buy it? It’s crazy!”
Jackie shrugged. “The same reason some people will splurge for front-row tickets to the world series, when they could see the game just as well in front of their TV at home,” she said with a wry smile. “Because it’s something they’ve always wanted to do. For the experience.”
“Well, that’s baseball. That’s important. This,” she said, as Danielle pu
