Teddy keenly browsed his mobile phone; his eyebrows meeting at his glabella. He was leaning on his hand while his arm was propped on the table.
As he scanned and zoomed in on each photo, fire ablaze through his eyes.
“You have the nerve to meet there again, fools!” He clenched his fist and hit the table so hard that it destructed Damian, who was downstairs.
Clanking crutches on the floor diverted Teddy’s attention to his father and attended to him while climbing the stairs.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
The mobile phone on the table and the bottles of condiments: sugar, salt, pepper, that had fallen on their sides caught the old man’s attention.
“Nothing? You call that nothing when you knocked everything on that table?”
Damian walked to the table and checked the phone. His jaw dro
