The Dessert
Most gracious of Bruce to let Elizabeth and I eat his dessert after we'd each demolished our own. It was heavenly: chocolate mousse between layers of dark chocolate with a berry/orange sauce.
Moments later, perhaps in a passive-aggressive act, Bruce lobs a large ball in our direction, breaking Elizabeth's wine glass, and far worse, wasting the wonderful red wine in it. "I was aiming for your head," Bruce later explained.
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Last updated 5 January, 1998.