#Chapter60
/"Nataniel,/" Sylvester looked up at me as we sat across the dining table. I looked back at him, he drank his wine as he kissed my mother's glass while looking at me with his gentle, light blue eyes. He passed the glass to me and commanded me, /"Drink,/"
I looked over my book and looked at the drying foliage between us. White, withered flowers in the silver vase, decorated like a virginal bride. His thin, veiny wrists holding the neck of the glass, the red wine flowing in the glass. Slowly, I moved my pale hands towards the glass. We were both looking into each other's eyes as I gently held the glass and he let it go, brushing his warm fingers against my cold and rough nails.
He rested his face over his hands as he looked at me kiss the glass and take a sip. I kept it down and he reached his hand out, /"Give it to me,/"
