Ivy
Zeus answered while guiding me to the massive blanket where four trays of food awaited us.
"How did you bring it out here?" I teased.
"The golf cart," he confessed as we sat down.
I saw him remove a fancy bottle of Sauvignon Blanc from a wicker holder.
"No champagne?" I wondered
"No," his eyes diverted, "It's lighter on the stomach and better for you."
"What is this?" I asked, seizing it from his grasp.
"It's mine," he confessed, "One of the first batches I ever made."
"1993?" I read, "This bottle is older than me."
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