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"Well, they’re pretty And you covered upin the fridge and now he turned around, a bottle of chaave this to me on my twenty-first birthday He told e personal success To toast myself" He unwrapped the foil around the cork "I put it in the fridge yesterday before we left, so we could toast you"

"No wait, Peter," said Clara "We should save that"

"What? For my own solo show? We both know that won’t happen"

"But it will If it happened for me, it--"

"--can happen for anyone?"

"You knohat I mean I really think we should wait--"

The cork popped

"Too late," said Peter with a huge smile "We had a call while you were out"

He carefully poured their glasses

"Frolass Tih later to tell her about all the other calls

"Really? What did he want?"

"Wanted to talk to you To us To both of us Santé"

He tipped his glass and clinked hers "And congratulations"

"Thank you Do you want toin the air, not quite touching her lips Her nose felt the giddy popping of the chane bubbles Finally released Like her, they’d waited years and years, decades, for this moment

"Only if you do," said Peter

"Can ait? Let all of this settle down a bit?"