But then the wine came, one glass and then a second glass. And somewhere during that second drink, the switch was flipped. The wine gave me a melting feeling, a warm light sensation in my head, and I felt like safety itself had arrived in that glass, poured out from the bottle and allowed to spill out between us. I don’t remember what we talked about that night, but I do know that the discomfort was diminished, replaced by something that felt like a kind of love.
