[364: Veritas?]
Twyla drops her keys on the counter and looks at the prizes her housemate has brought back from the day’s shopping. There’s an odd green bottle; she picks it up and frowns. “Ge-what?” she asks.
“Gewürztraminer,” Miranda replies, calmly, from the other room. “It’s German.”
“I gathered that. Don’t you hate white wine? Didn’t you say it’s only good for cleaning auto parts?”
“That was Harris.”
“Right.” Twyla shakes her head. “Miranda, dare I ask?”
“It’s very trendy! Don’t worry, it’s out of my own pocket, not the grocery money.”
“Was your wine snob impressed?”
A small sigh. “He wasn’t in.”
“Gewürztraminer,” Miranda replies, calmly, from the other room. “It’s German.”
“I gathered that. Don’t you hate white wine? Didn’t you say it’s only good for cleaning auto parts?”
“That was Harris.”
“Right.” Twyla shakes her head. “Miranda, dare I ask?”
“It’s very trendy! Don’t worry, it’s out of my own pocket, not the grocery money.”
“Was your wine snob impressed?”
A small sigh. “He wasn’t in.”