DEREK:
“Are you okay with what you’re doing?”
I stare at my father curiously as he pours himself a drink from a mixture only known to be used among our kind.
His eyes were on the wineglass set on the side desk as he poured the mixture into the glass with accuracy, not even a spill dropping on the desk. And as soon as he was done he looks up at me, raising an eyebrow which set a reminder for me that I still haven’t answered his question.
With a nod, I take the cue to tell him, “I am... Father,”
He says nothing but instead drops the bottle of the mixture and then reaches for the wineglass which he picks up. While holding the glass, he shakes it to stir the content. After that, he takes the glass up to his lips but doesn’t take a sip from it. He sniffs the mixture instead before putting
