"I made it long and strong," said the cabinet. "I thought you needed it."
"Thank you," Bishop said.
He took the drink and stood there with it, not touching it, not wanting to touch it until he'd finished out the thought.
And the thought would not finish out.
There was something wrong. Something that didn't track.
Our pride is too raw and tender -
There was something there, some extra words that badly needed saying.
"There is something wrong, sir?"
"Nothing wrong," said Bishop.
"But your drink."