My Daughter Dropped a Glass—Then I Learned the “Second Bottle” Was Already on Its Way Before It Ever Broke
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re looking at the glass.”
“I am.”
“Why?”
I smiled.
“No reason.”
She set it beside her plate.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re looking at the glass.”
“I am.”
“Why?”
I smiled.
“No reason.”
She set it beside her plate.
