It's Mike remembering something again.
He walked to the kitchen at night. It was dark in the house. In the kitchen he took some cookies out of a cupboard and reached for a glass and got a champagner flute. He went to the fridge but opened it with closed eyes. He wanted to get some milk so he reached for a carton. It was filled and cold. When he filled the liquid in the flute and drunk something from it he recognized, that it was cranberry juice he got from the refridgerator. His mothers favorite drink.
note: cranberry is not "Preiselbeere" it's "Kranichbeere"
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