Both are now members of the club, and I think this brings the non-reader membership up to about five. A huge number, considering. Cauleen wants a beer after some serious shopping at Samaritaine a couple of doors away. Nobody has ever had a Corona in La Corona before at a club meeting, so of course it becomes the 'Beer of the Week,' if not of all time. It is even served in a 'Desperado' glass with a slice of lemon.
Somebody says it is a slice of lime.
The French have no explanation for why they taste like limes. Maybe nobody has noticed. The Wechslers think the baby's name should start with 'C' so we all pitch in with 'C' names, none of which can be 'official' because none of the future grandparents are present to referee, object, get steamed up, and so on. It is fun while it lasts. About this time all of the ladies decide to make a mass attack on La Corona's downstairs waterworks department, and off they all go with a sack full of coins.