HIS eyes, dark and piercing, locked onto hers, demanding answers. “What else have you been hiding from me?” He demanded, making his way further into the room, walking up to her. He left the door ajar.
“Oswald, I…” She faltered again, unable to find the words.
Without waiting for her damn replies which never came, he made for the phone on the desk and picked it up looking into it, indeed it was Carlson, but he had already hung up. He slowly dropped the phone and turned to his mother, she was staring at him, her eyes pleading.
“I never knew you were coming,” she said softly, almost in a whisper, “it has been ages you set your feet in here, and today you finally came —” she trailed off and lowered her gaze.
Oswald was beside himself with anger, he was only trying the best he could to supp
