For all their attempts at reconciliation, Thomas still could not visit his mother for Thanksgiving. It all came down to an apology. His mother wanted one and he refused to give it. He felt the whole thing was hypocritical. Their entire family loved alcohol and his father being killed by a drunk driver never changed that. Still, she had drawn the line in investing money in liquor and Thomas refused to admit he had any responsibility for drunk men doing stupid things
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Thus, he found himself walking down the the aisle of a liquor store, looking for something high class to gift his host and friends with. It was fortunate that many of his neighbors had similar issues. He took out his phone and texted.
To: Olivielle
I'm grabbing the liquor for the dinner. Is there anything you'd like.
With a slight grin, he picked out a bottle or real Russian Vodka. He could never drink more than a small glass straight, but he loved screwdrivers. Maybe he did have a slight problem, but that was irrelevent. He never showed up in public with a hangover and he did not drink and drive.
"Maybe I should have invited Mike to come along... But that would leave Mom alone," he mused quietly to himself.