“Tell me something I don’t know,” I said, standing up. “Let me get you a cold drink.”
“What do you have?” she said.
“We’ve got tons left over from Sunday – diet cola, fizzy water, lemon soda – take your pick,” I said.
“Seltzer. Gotta have seltzer,” she said.
I zipped into the kitchen and cracked open the bottle of Pellegrino. No reason for her to know I wasn’t using a schpritz bottle.