Once back in our room Lilly got out some wine and poured us both a glass, by now I was becoming quite the wine drinker. Partially because of my job at...the restaurant, and as it was favored by the upper classes, I was taking more and more of an interest in the various types. I was still a long way from becoming a connoisseur, but I was beginning to tell some wines by their flavour and comment on them with some kind of authority. We kicked off our shoes and curled up on a sofa to sip our wine;. He drew back and threw the jar as hard as he could, right at the end of the counter where the opening was. The glass shattered, pickles and pickle juice splattering everywhere.Eli was already in the air.With his Colt in his right hand, his left hand on the counter, he leaped feet first upon the counter and slid across, knocking his grandpa out of the way. There sat Ol’ Turkey with a sawed-off shotgun in his hand and a shocked look on his face as he looked up from the broken glass and pickles in. It was like I didn't belong here. When I held my children they seemed like imaginary playmates, instead of my own flesh and blood. Each time I kissed one of the girls, it was like I was doing it for the last time.As we were all having a late lunch together, Millie said, "Brian, it's like you are lost, dear. What's wrong and how can we help?"As I was about to answer, I glanced at the big clock on our kitchen wall. The time changed to three-twenty-four, just as I looked at it.That sent a chill. She said she taught her a new card game -- rummy, or a variation thereof." Wonderful. I can't wait for Nicole to try to teach it to us."Loren sat on the sofa and Abrielle sat on his lap. They clinked rims and sipped more of their drinks. He drained his glass and set it down; then he put his hand on her knee. "I love those legs," he said."I'm glad..." Abrielle sipped her drink as Loren ran his hand along her knee and up her thigh. His hand encountered some elastic lace and then bare skin..