Frank's mother has a very strong aura that makes people uncomfortable just like him. The moment she enters through the door, I am unspeakably nervous. I watch her warily as she smiles at Tara and takes the tray of breakfast from her before telling her to leave us alone.
Tara smiles back at the older woman and leaves.
"I have brought you breakfast, um, what's your name again?"
She doesn't know my name? I am very sure I introduced myself the first time I met her.
"Kelina," I reply emotionlessly. I wonder what she has in store for me today.
"Oh, yeah. Kelina." She places the tray on the table beside the bed.
"While you enjoy your breakfast, we are going to talk. There are some things we need to straighten out today," she smiles again. I feel creeped out. I am not going to eat anything
