"Yes," she told me recently.
Whenever my grandkids come, I sneak out to the garage and have a drink."
Frankly, I was quite surprised. She lived nearby and went to church each week.
But, I thought to myself, I certainly have no reason to be judgmental.
She then broke into a wide grin and said,
"Yes, I'll have a swig of Coke or Pepsi, whichever I happen to have handy." She laughed.
"I just don't want my grandkids to see me drinking so heavily when they are around."
And then she added,
"It seems to soothe my nerves."
Ha ha.
I laughed.
Whatever it takes.
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