"Aren't you in the mood for tea?" The mother of the two children asked me when she returned to the other side of the room, breaking the tension that had formed between me and the farmer. I was grateful she had done that because I was becoming very uncomfortable. I looked down at the tea and, as an attempt to avoid being snobby, I picked up the cup and took a large of the hot liquid without giving it much thought.
"Why would you do that?" The mother asked me in shock when she witnessed my face turn a bright red as I held in the pain I felt from the tea scalding my tongue.
"I-I'm sorry... I just have too much on my mind," I stuttered, feeling the cold air against my tongue which caused it to cool down.
"Is it a boy?" A child-like voice intervened and I looked across the table to see the
