Elizabeth felt it everywhere. Even if he'd only brushed past her, she felt it everywhere. She shouldn't have. She'd have scolded herself aloud if she could have, but for that small moment the breath left her and her face brightened, her eyes shined. But then it was gone. Snuffed under her own mind.
She was being foolish.
She was happy to think on something else. Something besides him.
"Your father." Elizabeth said slowly, half in and half out of the doorway. She turned holding the bottle. She carefully uncorked it and drew it up.
"Is quite alive. And still all about the code. He shot someone actually. Your mother on the other hand.." Elizabeth bit her lip. Had he known his mother was a shrunken head. Should she lie about it?
"..has lost a lot of weight." Now the bottle was definitely at her lips. The first burning rush of rum covered her tongue and left her feeling warm.