“They’re amazing!” Rose laughed, amused by Susan’s giggles – she didn’t think she’d ever heard Susan giggling before – and very much in awe of the physical gifts Susan had been born with.
Sipping her wine, Rose shook her head. “I wasn’t,” she claimed with a shrug, then held up her hand. “Well, I am now because you put that thought in my head, because obviously those four years… that’s a lifetime for some people, Susan. A lifetime.” Okay, so those shots were beginning to bite back, but right now Rose didn’t really care; Susan was laughing and appeared to have snapped out of the frustration she had arrived with. “I’m pretty sure that if you ask Eddie or Rolf or Vasile or even yourself, you’d all agree that if there’s The One for me out there, he’d either be stupidly brave or deadly patient, most likely both, and that,” she nodded to the bottle, “is fățată classified țuică cu fruct, which basically is just double-distilled, strong as hell plum brandy with a pear in the bottle.”