Chapter 66 She Is a Suspect

• In that otherwise bare-essentials apartment pastor Alfred loved so much, set a wine, the rim, a perfect band of black and white, as if a fragment of starlit sky raced around it.
• Pastor Alfred held the wine glass in his over-moisturized fingers, his nails forming wall without mortar.
• Beatrice, his wife walked in as he took a slug of the wine, his face contorted as if the expectation he might gain enjoyment from, was an imposition too far.