One night changed everything for a mother and her son.
Enjoy..
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April 2003
Evelyn Harper wouldn't normally drink scotch, but tonight was an exception. The bottle, a single malt, was already set at the wet bar, accompanied by two simple lowball glasses. Ice was at the ready, though not required. It mellowed the experience, and something that she had learned was that even the most peaty spirits were best tackled in small sips. It let your palate adjust, slowly. Eventually it leads to a more pleasurable experience, but always best performed one sip at a time.
Looking around the room, her lips moved, speaking in less than a whisper as she inventoried the scene, taking stock of the cozy den. She would sit in the tufted chaise lounge, while he likely would reside on the armchair beside i
