ever would have gotten from all the classes we might have conducted.”
Wanda reentered the den, carrying a tray with three small glasses and an attractive bottle of liqueur. “Anyone care for an after-dinner drink?”
Both Koznicki and Koesler were caught off-guard. For a few seconds they were frozen. Then they began to laugh.
“Sorry,” Wanda said, joining in their laughter, “but all we seem to have in the house is this Frangelico.” She poured three drinks. “I do read the papers, you know!”
Koznicki and Koesler raised their glasses to toast Wanda and each other. Simultaneously, they saluted, “Praise God!”
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