But I was just going to have a sherry, actually.

Sherry left me for some other reason then, something more.

He held his sherry up to the light coming through the window.

Sherry sat down next to me and we started to talk.

Sherry went to the window of her room on the second floor and looked down.

You can always tell when you've had a glass of sherry, come all.

Sherry has never even seen the inside of her sister's house.

Sherry said it would be a growth experience for me.

She and Sherry sat outside, talking, for over an hour.

I looked up into her face and saw that it was Sherry.

Sherry had felt like she was going to come just watching that.

"Did Sherry speak with him the day he came here?"

Sherry was suddenly concerned by the change in his voice.

"At first he said it would only be a few times," Sherry went on, almost talking to herself.

Before each lunch, there would be sherry by the fire.

He looked at Sherry, thinking about how it had been this afternoon.

Patrick had gone into the other to get the sherry.

Sherry loves those kids and she'd do anything for them.

I was hard, but Sherry helped me along with her hand anyway.

Then Sherry was trying to get us both off, talking dirty.

I was just, a little sherry to get her into heaven.

Sherry would no longer let anyone to treat her any other way.

Feeling the bed empty, she knew he must be with Sherry.

What's more, there is always the question of what does one do with Sherry, anyway?

Three glasses of very good sherry had put her right with the world.