"Glass?" I asked, staring at the old man's lazy eye. Honestly this man must be delusional. "Yes and ice." Oh forgive me how could I have forgotten the ice. I glanced up at Vladimir but he wasn't meeting my gaze. My innocent glance turned into a glare as I searched his face. He didn't believe this filthy old man did he? "There is absolutely nothing wrong with my child." I gritted out firmly. The old man smiled unpleasantly, "There will be." I could only glare at his deformed back as he shuffled gracelessly out our door. "There will be." I heard him mutter once again before I slammed the door. What was I going to do?All Rights Reserved