Donald sat across from Steven and Jenny in the study. He looked rather solemn which caused the two siblings to sit uncomfortably in their seats. Neither of them knew why they’d been called in and the tension in the air was so intense as to seem tangible.
Donald stared at them silently and each second seemed to stretch out on the clock that ticked on the wall like the Tell-Tale heart of Poe’s imaginings. It wasn’t until Allen had brought their grandfather his coffee and he’d taken his first sip that his face relaxed.
Without waiting for Donald to speak, Steven took the initiative. “Grandfather,” he began. “Why have you summoned us here?”
Donald looked at him and smiled. “Why are you so suspicious?” he wondered. “Can a man not invite his grandchildren into his study to enjoy a coffee w
