Sunday Lunch

Ben disliked his brothers’ wife but occasionally he would go for Sunday lunch. He always brought two decent bottles of wine which smoothed things over. One Sunday he saw his niece, Sarah, staring at him every time he drank his wine.

“Is there anything the matter Sarah?

“No.”

“Why are you staring at me?”

“Mummy said you drank like a fish. And I wondered what it looked like.”

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