"Mmmm."
She made a face. "This what-do-you-call-it takes a little getting used
to."
"Guinness," Oliver said. "Stout."
"Guinness is a kind of stout," George said. "Some stouts are sweeter;
some are a little lighter."
"One thing about stout," Oliver said, "it's hard to drink too much of
it. You get full first. Looks like most of the regulars are here.
Where's Richard?"
"O'Grady? New York. He goes to his sister's every year." George's eyes
went back to Jennifer. She was wearing a long sleeved turquoise jersey
with a revealing scoop neck. The jersey hugged her breasts and then
curved slightly out and back into dark slacks. "Athletic momma," George
said.
"That's a title," Oliver said. "You just got sculpted or something."
"Painted," George said.
"What do you know about painting?" Mark Barnes had drifted next to them.
"Hey, Mark," Oliver said. He introduced Jennifer.
"I've seen you somewhere," Jennifer said to Mark.
"Climbing out a bedroom window," George said.
"Was that it?" Jennifer smiled.
"Couldn't have been recently," Mark said.
Sandy staggered into the room, carrying a huge turkey in a roasting
pan. She lowered it to the table as the regulars cheered.
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