”Doesn’t it taste like gasoline, though? Why
would anyone even want to drink that?” Too
young to understand, she assumed, but
she a smile came to her lips when she
heard the endearment come from her sister.

“If it tastes like gasoline you probably
shouldn’t be drinking it,” Peri said, a
somewhat confused look crossing her
face before she laughed. “You’ll under-
stand eventually. Or maybe you won’t.”
She shrugged. “There are some people
out there that never really get into it.”
"There’s a simple cure for that. —-It’s called more beer.“