"Sit," Leander said pulling a chair for Viviana.
Viviana had no intention of being a part of whatever Leander was planning and she was not appreciative of him for involving her. But what can she do?
"I'll get the bread for you," she smiled and rushed to the kitchen.
Leander followed her with his eyes until she disappeared into the kitchen while his fingers casually tapped on the table. When he lost sight of her, he turned and smiled at his mother.
"Eat, mom. I like her cooking," Leander served the stew to Viola. "It reminds me of the time long ago," he smiled. Leaning back on his chair he started tapping his fingers on the table again.
For Viola, the tapping of his fingers sounded like the hooves of the white horse carrying the grim reaper. The seemingly innocent smile of Leander frightened her so much that her blood pressure shot to the roof.
