Chapter 49
“You don’t need to look at these.”
“I’m, I’m sorry,” Henry said.
Vito bowed his head and pressed his hand to his eyes. When he looked back up, there was a grim attempt at a smile on his face. It didn’t work, not at all. It did, however, manage to convey a hint of sheepishness. “No, you don’t have to be sorry. You didn’t know.”
Didn’t know what?Henry wanted to ask. But something compelled him to keep his mouth shut. Maybe it had something to do with the tension hanging in the air as thick as the humidity outside.
“Your coffee’s ready. I didn’t know how you took it.” Vito gestured toward the end table, where he had left the two mismatched mugs.
Even though Henry liked coffee with lots of cream and sugar, he took the cup and sat back down on the couch with it. “Black is fine.” Henry sipped and tried not to grimace at the bold bitterness.
“I like you a little better already.” Vito took his own coffee and sat next to Henry. Silence hung in the air like haze.