Father Maurice welcomed them into the firstfloor
private study in the rectory
they brought wine
not to be consecrated
imbibed shared
Father enjoyed
sweet reds
he knew the two women since they were
young
he chuckled when one handed him the wine
in a brown bag
Shall we
leave it in the bag and pass it around, back and forth?
he was renown for his wicked sense of humor
it was probably a good thing
as he slipped the bottle from the bag What have we here?
Oh my, you shouldn’t have.
Father. We know you enjoy sweet reds we,
unfortunately, aren’t familiar and the young man at the liquorstore recommended
it.
Did you happen to tell him who you were sharing it with?
No.
That’s unfortunate . . . although . when
I relate this I will. It’ll knock ‘em dead.
Thank you
very much.
You’re
welcome, Father.
If you’ll please excuse me, be seated, I’ll
uncork the wine.
he walked over to a massive credenza hunkered
beneath a bank of glorious stained glass windows
one
looked at the other What
is it?
I don’t know. He
recommended it. We were running late. I paid the man and left.
six crystal goblets stood on a silver
platter he remove three opened the wine smelled the cork nodded approvingly
returning he set the platter on the
coffee table between them the wine label facing them
smiling said
This
ought to be interesting.
the wine
Ménage a Trois DOLCE SWEET
RED BLEND
1907, reggaefriday,
18 4. 25
1309, Thursday,
24 4. 25
