H.R. Porter

With shaking hands Charlie poors another glass of cheap gin, puts the bottle away and slowly lifts the glass to his lips and takes a sip. Slowly the color returns to his cheeks and the shakes goes away. Charlie smiles as he feels the presence of his old friend in the room and the warmth he brings. Another sip; more warmth. A gulp and Charlie is smiling broadly now with a satisfied look in his eyes. All day he has been thinking of that old friend of his; just waiting 'til he gets home so he can meet him. His friend loves him still.