“Mom, that says a lot,” he said angrily.
“What does?” she asked, half distracted, still serving the dishes to the others.
“You’ve given ‘Your beloved son’ an extra one, and also the biggest,” he answered.
“What?” she said. “Come on, don’t be silly! Eat, it’s going to get cold.”
“Yeah sure, eat, eat. What you really want is for me to be quiet.” Tono protested more angrily.
“What do you mean to say?” my father said, lifting his gaze to see what was going on.
“Well, since Manu arrived, he’s been getting all the best food. Yesterday he got the biggest chicken drumstick, today one more Salisbury steak, and of course I had to leave my room, and go back to the bunk bed as if I were a little boy,” Tono was saying in a very bad mood.
“Hey, hey, where’s all this coming from?” said my father,
