CHARLOTTE
I pour myself a glass of wine. I don't generally drink during the day, but I'm jittery.
"Charlotte are you alright?" It is my Master, watching me from the doorway of the kitchen.
"Yes, I'm fine, just a bit nervous I suppose, wondering what Beth is going to learn." Holding up the bottle, "Would you like some?"
"I will yes." He moves to stand beside me as I pour another glass. "You shouldn't be nervous. Whatever Beth comes back with, will tell us something."
"What if they still won't talk to her?"
He lays his hand on my arm. "Then there will be another way of finding your mother." His skin is cool on mine. He casts a sharp look down to where he touches me, then his eyes rise again, soft on me. "You are nervous...." The palm of his hand slides over my arm....
Testing me...?