She tried wiggling it.
She tried cramming it in.
She tried everything she could think of.
Nothing worked. It refused to go back in.
Why was she all of a sudden having trouble with such a simple task?
One that she'd done a thousand times before.
Finally, she gave up trying and looked towards the den.
"Lee, Amanda could one of you please help me."
"What's wrong, mother?"
"This." She held up a cork. "I can't get it in the hole. You try."
She handed them the cork and bottle. Picked up her glass and went to
enjoy her bath.