Besotted

The grandma came to visit today, spending the morning with Joan potting flowers on the back deck, visiting with the neighbors, apparently having a good time. We came in for lunch and sat about, cooling from the sun. She was offered a glass of chilled wine and, heavens to mercy, downed the whole thing, and a second glass to boot. Now she claims to be tipsy and has captured the rest of the bottle to take home. Don't tell anyone. It's a secret.