OUT ALL NIGHT AT A party

When I was little, I loved to fix drinks for my daddy and his friends. I would take great care in preparing the drinks. I would wipe the tray and the glasses with a soft cloth to make them shine. Then I'd proudly serve them. My dad would smile and say, "Good girl."

Then I would return to the kitchen and drink my own little weak drink. In our neighborhood drinks was the common name for the hard liquor that was served. So as a child I learned to fix—and drink—hard liquor.

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