"Gustav? Gustav!"
"Don't shout, I'm not deaf," growled Meiden standing in the kitchen doorway. "You robbed the store?"
The question was not unfounded, as Felix was laden with shopping bags.
"I had to. Knowing you, I expected to find you unconscious from exhaustion and hunger," he announced, pushing through to the kitchen and placing the purchases on the table. "Actually, you look like you haven't missed much. Another sleepless night?"
Gustav curled his lips.
"Will the day finally come when you stop tormenting me with your overprotectiveness?"
"Not until you start taking care of yourself. Why didn't you tell me you were coming earlier? I would have left for the airport to pick you up and..."
"That's why," he couldn't hide his irritation. "You are not my father!"
"Speaking of father..."
"Don't say that. Don't even mention him!"
Felix pressed his lips together and looked around the kitchen. He looked in several cabinets and in the refrigerator, where the light was not on.
