Alice“Red or white?” Saxon asks.It’s Sunday evening, and we’re at Saxon and Catie’s house, about to have dinner. She’s baked some focaccia, and we’re currently dipping chunks of it in olive oil, salt, and dukkah.I look at where he and Catie are sitting opposite me and Kip at their dining table, noting that neither of them has a wine glass in front of them, and say, “I’m happy to stick to soft drinks.”“Aw,” Catie says, “I don’t mind if you have a glass of wine. I’m living vicariously at the moment. Saxon won’t let me have mayo, soft cheese, alcohol, or too much coffee. He’s like Hitler with food and drink at the moment.”“Harsh,” he says. “But probably true.”Kip chuckles. “I’m happy with Sprite, too.”“All right,” Saxon replies good-naturedly, and he pours us all a glass from the bottle he brought out for himself and his wife.“So,” Catie says, picking up her glass and sipping it, “what have you two been up to this weekend?”“Playing Scrabble,” Kip says without missing a beat. Sax
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