A sour bitterness filled his mouth seeing the man in front of him, his father figure, believed to be dead, with secrets spilling out all at once. His anger, rarely seen, at this moment knew no bounds.
The wine was so old, it tasted of vinegar. I thought of sending it back, but didn’t want to make scene. But one of my group gave me another glass of wine. I drank, gratefully.
A sour bitterness filled his mouth seeing the man in front of him, his father figure, believed to be dead, with secrets spilling out all at once. His anger, rarely seen, at this moment knew no bounds.
The wine was so old, it tasted of vinegar. I thought of sending it back, but didn’t want to make scene. But one of my group gave me another glass of wine. I drank, gratefully.