Steph chuckles, “Oh, I have all sorts of booze stashed in this place. Just because he’s Mr. Athlete doesn’t mean I’m going to stay sober every time I visit.” Pulling one of the island stools over to the cupboard, Steph climbs up, opens the top door above the fridge, and does Vanna White hands to showcase the nearly dozen bottles of liquor she has hidden up there. “Holy crap!” I say at the same time Mary says, “Why didn’t you show me this sooner?”
