She smiled, "You are forgiven. Now bring me a small salad, spaghetti carbonara, and a bottle of a good Pinot Grigio."

I added, "And for me the soup of the day with Vitello Tonnato. I am not much into Pinot Grigio, so bring another bottle of Barbera."

Beth gazed at me, "I don't remember seeing you drinking. Ever."

"True. Lately I sipped a little, and after trying some, my taste buds liked only Barbera."

The wines came first, with the salad and soup. Beth chugged a full glass of Pinot before starting to eat the salad. I finished my soup and drank 1/4 of a glass of my wine. As...