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To us,” he would always say.
I had never really liked alcohol.
In fact, during the first years of our marriage, I often told him,
“George, I don’t want any.”
But he would always give me the same answer.
“Just a little, Margaret. Drink with me.”Beverages
Sometimes he even smiled when he said it. So I drank. Years passed, and that strange little ritual became part of our lives.
Even our children joked about it.
“Mom and Dad have their evening tradition.”
I laughed with them.
Until one evening. I had been feeling tired that day. Not sick. Just exhausted. George brought out the glasses as usual.
I pushed mine away.
“I don’t want any tonight.”
He froze. At first, I actually laughed.
“George, what’s wrong?”
He stared at my glass. Then at me.Study Chemistry
“Drink it.”
His voice sounded completely different.
“I said I don’t want it.”