When we got home, I fixed her a seven/seven (seven up and Seagram’s seven) which was her drink of choice. Hot xxx 18 She took a sip, then held the glass in both hands and rested it on her stomach. This was a ritual; she rarely began unwinding conversationally until after her first – and normally only – drink. She hadn’t gotten heavy with age; nor would you ever describe her as model thin. She put her empty drink glass in the sink. It probably had roots; at my sister’s wedding my mother had pulled me aside and confided somewhat drunkenly, “You know, the way you dance really turns me on ” I was sixteen at the time, and found her observation generally disgusting, not only because I was a lousy dancer; she was an old lady, I was a teenager.
