“Just this once,” a voice coming from Natalie’s room said. “Let me tarry outside for two days.”
Damian, who was in the other room, could hear the arguing whispers in the middle of the night. ‘Ronnie?’
“What are you scheming this time?”
‘Was it Teddy?’ Damian asked himself, as he kept listening.
“Nothing special,” came the reply. “Just extraordinary.”
“If that’s something inane, I swear to the oak tree, I’ll kick you hard in the butt!”
Damian was taken aback at the mention of the tree, so he slowly got up and grabbed his cane. He covered its tip with the face towel he had beside his pillow to avoid producing any clanking noise on the floor and walked closer to the wall. He kept walking, but the floor creaked, so he halted midway.
Silence then followed. None of the two men spoke.
