I took Katie to a*****e and we picked out a couple of bottles of a sweet prosecco, and brought them home to share. Katie really attacked the first bottle, and was very tipsy within the hour. She talked a lot, going on about Tom, about her friends from school, about looking for a college and some other random topics. I just sat across from her on the couch, both of us still dressed for dinner. I just sat and enjoyed my beautiful daughter's company.
But a short time after we opened the second bottle of wine, Katie began to fidget. She took her hair down, and adjusted her dress, but it didn't seem to make her comfortable.
"I think I need to take a shower." She announced, and wobbled a bit as she stood up.
"Are you going to be okay in there?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just a little diz
