Several hundred people were gathered for a banquet along the bank of the Arkansas River in downtown Little Rock. Rock knew many of them but was unsure why he or anyone else had come.
A tall, slim woman he guessed was in her mid-thirties, in a shiny blue dress, with shoulder-length brunette hair and sharp eye makeup approached him. "Hi there. I'm glad you've come. In case you haven't noticed, there are small bottles of wine and cordials on all of the tables. Please, take as many as you want as gifts for your mother."
Rock walked past several of the tables, which were spread randomly, twenty to thirty feet apart across the plush green grass, and retrieved several small, airline bottles of booze. None of the brands were even remotely familiar to him.
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