Saturday afternoon could not arrive sooner. Victoria was over the moon to have three of her boys with their women over for the weekend. They agreed to arrive at lunch since Nora would arrive that same day from West Village.
"Mmm, don't add any spices in this one. George can't stomach spicy foods", she reminded her cook.
"Yes ma'am", the woman nodded.
Victoria looked through and tasted every delicacy that was prepared. Henry came down the stairs following the pleasant aroma that caused his stomach to grumble.
"No", she said with a sternness. She already knew what he wanted.
"What time are they supposed to be here? I'm dying here", he complained.
"Anytime now. Be patient."
"Isn't there something I can eat while we wait?" He opened the fridge to look for something edible.
"No. We'll all eat at the same time", she closed the fridge and ushered him out of the kitchen.
"This is abuse", he muttered while being pushed.
