The Christmas Party. Part 2
I returned to the kitchen table and took a seat after pouring myself a double of Jack Daniels on the rock to calm my nerves. "I thought you fell in," was my brother's greeting upon my appearance. "Hey, something I ate something that just didn't sit well. By the way, I would not go down there for about an hour," I lied. My admission for my lengthy bathroom visit brought on a whole new discussion on stomach disorders. Even...