She knew his coat and the black hat he’d worn the first time they went to breakfast. His dog seemed confused. Why weren’t they coming over to greet her? He pulled on the leash harshly. Unusual for him.
She wanted to call out, “Hey, wait up!” and to run to him. She wanted to ask all the questions.
The bartender had to climb up the ladder to reach it. The bottle was on the top shelf of the back wall of the Multnomah Whiskey Library. He carefully poured Lagavulin 16 year old Single Malt Scotch Whiskey into a heavy Rauk tumbler.
On her 40th birthday party, she went to the Multnomah Whiskey Bar with a group of girlfriends.