‘Santé,’ they echoed, with beaming smiles, before thirstily swallowing it down.
Angie leaned across and kissed my cheek. ‘And, our pleasure from the bottom of our hearts; everyone’s effort has been tremendous.’
A flutter I hadn’t felt for ages flapped in my belly and I was keen to keep up this joyous momentum. ‘And, whilst we’re all together, and not to put a downer on this evening, because I feel it should be more of a celebration …’ I felt all eyes on me, but it was important. ‘I’d like to do a memorial lunch for Mike on Monday.’
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