The Lemonade Stand
A short story
“So, what would you like?” she asks me, coffee mug in hand. “I’ve got whiskey, gin, some leftover banana liquor… ” She went on to enumerate the kind of drinks she could conjure in less than five minutes. But it wasn’t the multitude of choices that baffled me.
Laura didn’t believe in different vessels for different beverages — meaning you could have been expected to drink a shot of…