As she pours, I see Hardin nodding his head next to me several times. And then he remarks, “What about you, Dad? You want a glass of wine?” Everyone looks at him with wide eyes and open mouths. I squeeze his hand to try to silence him. But he continues with a wicked smirk. “What? No? C’mon, I’m sure you do. I know you miss it.”
Don't you get tired of being this shit?
