Chapter 17

• Pouring two glasses of my preferred mellow white, I took it out to him.
• He was looking around casually, probably trying not to seem rude. “I have to wonder if my lost brother is doing as well as you are.” Taking a sip, he nodded. “That is nice.”
• I settled on the chair across from him and realized I’d never had company here. Holding the glass between my hands, I gave him my opinion. “If he’s had three hundred years of living here, I’m sure he’s gotten good at it.”