I wonder what was on her mind. She seemed awfully depressed, sitting at the bar by herself. She finished three drinks in the span of fifteen minutes.
She came in by herself. Sat down and ordered a Cosmopolitan. Stared off into space and drank her cocktail, without a glance to anyone else in the bar.
Drinking alone. That's a sign of depression if I ever saw one.
Vinny's eyes narrowed as he spoke.
"After I gave my daughter a great big hug, I brought in her boyfriend—well, I guess I should start calling him 'her fiancée' from now on."
He took a swig of tea. The entire table was so fascinated by his tale that no one dared break the silence until he finished.
Right now, my brain has the same consistency as warm butternut squash, only more pink. My brain is a vegetable, it is, because I just finished watching six consecutive episodes of the Sopranos: 4th Season.
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