"Wow, I'm impressed," Archer said with a grin, though the sarcasm in his voice couldn't have been more obvious."Heh, it's nothing," Eugene replied casually, though deep down he was sneering. He was determined to make Archer regret ever crossing him.Before long, the servers began bringing out one exquisite dish after another.Along with them came two bottles of vintage eighty-year-old whiskey, each with a classy, retro-style label.As Archer popped one open, a rich, mellow aroma filled the room."Here, Dad. Let me pour you a glass," Archer said, filling Howard's cup.Howard accepted it carefully, treating it like treasure. He had never tasted whiskey aged this long before."Mom, want to try a little too?" Archer asked, glancing over at Marianne.She didn't usually drink, but since it was eighty-year-old whiskey, curiosity got the better of her."Just a little," she said.Archer filled her glass to the brim anyway, then turned toward Juliette. She didn't respond, so he simp
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