"You…"
She swallowed back the words that had come to her tongue.
Her voice was low while Martha's was loud.
"I made your favorite braised fish today. Take a bite."
Angela took a deep breath and decided to wait till dinner was finished.
Claude was excited. "Wonderful! I'll l try it."
Angela was in no mood to eat. She couldn't let her parents starve either and thus forced herself to eat.
The meal was torture for her.
She put down her fork and knife. Her parents wiped their mouths with the tissue. With a calm look, she started, "I want to ask you about something."
Her voice and face were serious.
Her parents looked at her with confusion. Martha asked, "What's wrong? You're looking so serious."
Angela laid her eyes on her father and asked, "What happened some time ago? How much longer are you going to keep it from me?"