Kelli

“I sat beside him on a blanket, leaning back against the warm rock. Ahead of me, the sea flashed and sparkled like a giant glitter ball. I closed my eyes and heard a glass clink. ‘Here.’ ‘What’s this?’ ‘Slivovitz.’ ‘What?’ ‘Plum brandy to you.’ ‘What?’ ‘Think of it as a kind of fruit drink.’ ‘Great. I’ll put it towards my five a day.’ I sipped, got my breath back, and listened to the enamel on my teeth erode. Actually, it wasn’t that bad. I said so. ‘Just don’t get it near any metal; and for God’s sake don’t spill it on the console.’ We sat sipping and silent.”
― Jodi Taylor, Just One Damned Thing After Another