I Met Her at a Christmas Party Chapter 2
From the garage, we entered a mud room…into a spacious kitchen. She reached into a cabinet and retrieved a wine glass…she then poured herself a glass of wine. I remained quiet, passive…seemingly standing alone in this woman’s kitchen. She didn’t ask me if I wanted a glass of wine. Without speaking, she turned and left the kitchen…in the distance, I heard a television. She was walking towards the commotion and of course, I was walking in back of her. Her home was beautiful…the artwork,...