Stinger

Stinger

2¼ oz brandy
¾ oz white crème de menthe

Shake with ice and strain into a glass filled with crushed ice.

FIVE — Tending to a stork who had ambled in and ordered a Stinger, Verne left Umberto alone with his anxiety. It was just as well; his debating skills tended to provoke nothing but yawns anyway. “Where’s Maria?” he asked himself. “It’s not like her to be late.” His nervous talons set to work shredding another napkin.