Dante tapped his foot repeatedly on the floor. He seemed restless and scared. Impatiently waiting for his mother to show up, he began rubbing his face, thinking about what to say to convince her about how important the situation they were in was.
Beatrice unknowingly to her, came down the stairs and was greeted with the restless Dante who ran to her hurriedly. “What the hell Dante?!" She complained.
“I'm sorry mom but you have to sit down. There's an urgent issue we have to discuss. It's a matter of life and death" He explained, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the sitting room. Hearing it was a matter of life and death, peaked her interest in what he had to say.
“What is going on Dante? What have you done this time?" She questioned.
“Why do you assume it's me who has done som
