home. What can I get you to drink, Phil?” Poppy asked.
“Glass of red wine would be nice, whatever’s open,” he said.
“Me too,” Violet piped in.
As Poppy headed for the kitchen, she heard Sam ask, “So, how did you two meet?”
Poppy smiled to herself.
It was going to be an interesting night.
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