“I came to the conclusion that the Almighty had married a monogamous
woman to a polygamous man.”
As he set down his glass, I knew that the liquor was beginning to work.
I felt like another Ethan Brand.
“There’s rum in your sangaree;” he said, compressing his lips.
“Yes, to give it flavor with the cherry bounce--don’t you like it?”
“Very much indeed. It’s difficult to procure real Medford rum these
days.”
“Let me fill your glass.”
“Really, I have had sufficient; thank you.”