Gramps' phone rang.​

     His turn to see who called. Then,

     "I'll be right back," he said. He left the room.

     "I know that it is stupendously early, but would anyone like a drink?" Abby asked.

     "I'm in," Skip said.

     Malika and Niki exchanged glances.

     "A mimosa doesn't sound horrible," Malika said.

     "How about just champagne?" Abby replied. "Someone bought Ward and me a fifth of champagne for our anniversary last April, but we didn't open it because we're not really drinkers, so we were saving it for a special occasion. I don't know about the orange juice is the deal."

     "Champagne it is," Skip replied as if replying for everybody. 

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