I grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and two glasses.
“Is that white wine?” asked Jessie.
“Yes, Mum,” I said, grabbing another glass. Sometimes I could read my parents quite well.
“I prefer a drop of red, meself. But if that’s all you have, I’ll have that.”
“Thank you, Mum.”
“Don’t want to cause trouble. Well, down the hatch then!”
And down the hatch it went.