"Any time," Terry replied, catching her hand in his briefly as she passed by on her way toward the wine bottle. The small touch steadied him.
Rosalind took the offered glass of wine and held it ever so carefully as she took a small drink. It wouldn't do to gulp it no matter how tempted she was. "Thank you for inviting me." She let the silence fall around them brittle and slightly uncomfortable. She didn't know what to say to the girl; she knew little about her save what Terry had written her all those years ago before he'd almost been stolen from her.
It was a relief when Terry came to tell them that dinner was served. Rosalind swallowed another bitter pill of discontentment when it was Susan that her son took on his arm to lead to the table rather than her.