Jun 16
5 min read
Thicker than Wine
Judge a man by the books he reads
Julia followed Winston through the front door and into the living room. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves stacked two deep, lined one wall. A fieldstone fireplace dominated the end of the room, cheery flames warmed the chilly evening. An overstuffed couch sat facing the flames, a small coffee table sitting atop the large sheepskin rug on the floor.
