Angelo's hand shook midway through knocking on his stepmother's door. He had contemplated coming to see her for some time, but even though he fought against it, eventually he succumbed.
Knock, knock, knock
He knocked and waited impatiently. He wanted nothing more than to turn back and run the other way. Just then, the door opened, and his stepmother appeared. She looked older and much frailer, but all together, she did not look bothered by Angelo's presence.
"So, your men have finally told you that I came back after you told me not to; well, it's about time," she said, and her lips curled into a slight smile.
"Can I come in?" he asked his stepmother politely. She stared at him, slightly taken aback by his calm demeanor.
"Why would you come in? Would it not be best for you to ask your men to drag me out of my apartment? After all, you have already reduced most of my allowance. Now I wallow around like the poor," she complained.