“Listen up sweet pea, because I’m about to tell you how it is. Life, I mean,” her uncle said. “Wait, before I do, how about fixing me another one of these magic drinks.”
His niece did. She took pride in making an Old Fashioned.
“Thank you. Delicious as always,” he said, tasting. “But don’t ever let me catch you making drinks for a living. Understand?”
“Well, all right. See here sweat pea, you were born partly cloudy, so was your mother. Some people think we need nothing but sunshine, but they’re wrong. Don’t let them tell you different.”