Wine Not?

When we get back home, Max seems in a much better mood than he had been earlier. I’m glad because he is a joy to be around when he is in a good mood. Keeping him in a pleasant mood is going to be more complicated now with Hafgan in the picture.

Max takes out a bottle of wine from his cupboard and hands me a glass. Although I have not tried this particular wine, I know exactly what it is. If he wants to share a drink tonight, then I am not against the notion.

He is more honest with me after he has had some alcoholic courage, and this afternoon is no different. It doesn’t take either of us long to finish the bottle, then another. I’m sure he would have helped himself to another, but my fear of Hafgan taking over during this moment keeps me from allowing Max to get completely wasted.

I’ve quickly learned Max’s tolerance isn’t all that good. Tonight is no different. He climbs onto my lap and pushes me against the couch by the shoulders. First, he seems to want nothing more than to snuggle