Kate Taggart

Mer-highs and Merlots

"So how long has it been?" My sister Jane asked, looking up at me from her cutting board where she was mincing garlic. "Since what?" I asked, knowing exactly what she was asking but trying to evade the topic. "Since my last drink?" I was annoyed and did not want to talk about it, especially because the smell of the garlic that was now sizzling in the pan reminded me of cooking at home alongside a large glass of red wine.