In The Hollow Of His Hand
Sitting on the sofa and seeing a movie on the television screen was a blond woman whom I assumed to be in her mid-forties.
“Kate meet my lovely daughter, Charis.” Pop said.
“Hello Charis, nice to meet you.” She greeted.
“It is nice to meet you too.” I said.
I observed that Pop hadn’t served her any drink, so like the good host that I was, I went to the fridge to get a carton of juice. I placed the carton of juice on a tray and rinsed out a tumbler. I placed the tray on the side table. She thanked me and served herself whilst I excused them to continue their chit-chat. Pop obviously had some explanations to do…
In the Hollow of His Hand continues…