“A toast,” Corrigan said further and all of us lifted our glasses. We toasted my friend and the different memory she’d leave us with.
After a second and third glass, Katrice was beet red and she was giggling nonstop. She excused herself after many reassurances to drive safe when we left for the vigil.
Bryce only had one glass of wine so he promised to drive safe and sober.
It brought a blush to Mrs. Raimler and she held a hand to his cheek. She gushed about how adorable he was until Mr. Raimler walked through the door. With a quick gasp and a quick squeeze to her son’s hand, Mrs. Raimler was off and embracing her husband after a long hard day at work. Mr. Raimler was silent until he expelled a resigned mutter about wine and all of us broke into a grin below.
Corrigan rolled his eyes an
