Both mum and dad had come through from the kitchen and we were all now standing around the dining table sipping wine. I say sipping but that was what I was doing. My mother and Debbie were putting it away like there was an unannounced competition. As I watched, Debbie upended her glass and reached for the half-empty bottle dad had brought through with him. “Tempest, can you get another bottle from the fridge, dear?” asked mother. “I am about to serve.”
Debbie enjoys her wine....and had four kids
