Beth sat the frosted cold bottle on the counter and twisted the corkscrew into it. She was not a strong girl. She didn't quite get the corkscrew far enough into the cork before too much resistance built up and she stopped. She clamped the metal arms down around the edge and tried to pull the cork out. It didn't budge.

She took the bottle under her arm and pinched it between her arm and breast trying to get better leverage. It still didn't budge.

"I'm no good at this." She ...