She held her glass in both hands, like a child.

She held the glass with both hands, like a child.

Holding her glass to the side, she went back through the room and turned off the light.

He was holding his glass and thinking of many years ago.

He was holding his glass and looking at the floor.

He held the glass to her mouth the same way she had done for him the night before.

She was holding a glass of water out to him.

A moment later he was back, holding a glass of water.

The woman who opened the door held a glass in one hand.

But she had to hold the glass with both hands to drink.