I come out of the bathroom at the cocktail party with the front of my shirt almost completely wet, but it looks like I got the wine stain out. I try to decide if I should be embarrassed or not, shrug, and figure no one is really paying that close attention anyway.
"I think I got it," I tell Katie a little later when I find her admiring a painting.
"I would have spent the rest of the night scrubbing it out if you hadn't," she says seriously after checking my work.
One year ago: Right Of Way
Two years ago: Accelerate Out Of Danger
Three years ago: The Antique Shop (Umami)
Four years ago: Clowns Are Nothing To Worry About
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