Inside the drinking room, an elderly man with almost white hair was sitting in a wheelchair, his trembling hands preparing wine. Next to him was a woman in her fifties, also with silver hair but dressed in a long skirt with delicate makeup, exuding grace.
"Grandpa, Aunt Diana." Howard approached the elderly couple. The man, who had been fierce outside, now seemed to have shed his armor, and his demeanor shifted from sharp to genteel, from his gaze to his tone.
"Nick, you're here. Grandpa has made some tea; come and taste it." The old man looked at Howard with a kind and smiling face.
"Chuck, you got it wrong again. This is Howie." The woman called Aunt Diana corrected Howard.
The old man was puzzled for a moment but then carefully examined Howard and suddenly realized, "So, it's Howie.
