A New Life for Aunt Patricia

I was in New York a few years ago with my niece, who was 15 at the time. I woke up one morning in our hotel with a headache. When I told Emma that my head hurt, she said, “You have a hangover, Aunt Patricia.” I didn’t respond. At first, I was insulted. But, as I thought about what she had said, I realized the night before I had drunk the entire bottle of wine I had ordered. It’s true that it was a small bottle, but it was larger than those purse-size bottles I’d take on planes. Bottom line was: My niece was right. I had a hangover.