Ethan while chewing the remains of the meat in his mouth shifted in his seat, his fingers drawing circles on the wooden surface. His plate rested in front of him, not fully consumed although he had lost his appetite.
Sadie was standing close to the sink, cleaning her hands with a bar of dish soap. Monica sat silently at the opposite end of the table, watching the television as she observed Ethan and Sadie.
"You're thinking again, aren't you?" Sadie remarked, glancing over at him.
Ethan hissed while massaging his lower lip with his finger. "Maybe." He responded.
Sadie leaned her body on the wall close to the sink while looking at him. "It should be Amelia, right?"
Ethan laughed softly and rotated his head to face his mother properly. "Mom, Amelia, and I are merely friends." "We a
