The maids set a table in Haness' chambers. He would have breakfast with his wife and sons, uninterrupted. Haness did not regret that gesture. It was nice watching his boys act their age, goofy and inquisitive. He could say his wife played a good role in that. She did not let the poison between them spew unto their children. For that Haness was grateful and he did not keep that in his head alone.
"Mama, can I see Aunt today?" Jamal said.
Haness picked a glass of water to push down the food stuck in his throat. "Jamal is fond of her, there is nothing I can do about that," Kasia said when he looked at her in a funny way. This was not her trying to draw out a conscience from her husband's dark soul by using their son.
"Fine, I'll take Jamal to her myself," Haness said.
"..." Kasia stared
