Martin took the first few bites of their first course, before he started clearing his throat repeatedly like his throat was burning and then took a large gulp of his drink, Lula glanced at him with mild concern, thinking that he had nearly choked on something; she had not taken a bite of her own meal and his reaction caused her to hesitate in picking up her utensils.
“Are you alright?” Mister Walter asked with mock concern before she could speak, but the glint of pleasure in his eyes could not be missed. Lula could clearly see that they didn’t seem worried at all. Did they care nothing for others? That was her first real clue that something was terribly wrong.
“I don’t feel so well…” Martin spoke up in a weak voice, in between clearing his throat repeatedly. His throat had to be ra
