“Sometimes people reserve so much of themselves. It’s like saving a fine wine for an occasion that never materializes.” “So just drink it then. On a Tuesday when the sun is shining, or when a storm cloud hovers, just drink it,” he spoke, thinking of Sammy. “For so long it was just the three of us. Charlotte is everything, she has to be.” “I know.” “I’m not sure that you do, but I hope in time that you might.”
