By the time Joyce felt her stomach full, she had already gone through the entire plate of sandwiches, except for one that she decided that she was going to eat while walking back into the house. Finishing another cup of tea, she glanced at the watch she had been wearing. It has been more than 45 minutes for her to be seated here.
Deciding that it had been long enough, she picked up the sandwich with a tissue paper and walked inside the house.
Charles was walking towards her, with his phone to his ear. As he mumbled into it. He plucked the sandwich right out of her hands, and walked past her into the balcony, leaving her shaking her head behind him.
Why was that so expected of him?
As she walked through the silent house, slowly, there was a deep sinking, feeling in her mind.