" I looked back and forth from my glass to hers. “Why does your tea look different?”
“Because my tea is whiskey.” She grinned proudly.
“Whiskey?” I stared at it incredulously before checking the time on my phone. “It’s ten thirty in the morning.”
“Lawrence, when you’re my age, you learn to do things when you want to do them, not when it’s socially acceptable. Hell, who knows if I’ll still be around at dinner time? While we’re on the subject, I had half a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream for dinner last night. Cheers!” She raised her glass again and winked at me. "

― Beth Ehemann , Cement Heart