We were having our dinner when Sander spoke. "Mama, have you told Papa that you are going to meet your male friend tomorrow?" I opened my mouth that he should just dismiss it but then Sander didn't. "Mama said that you know Mama's male friend, Papa," he said before he was happily eating his meal.

"Male friend?" Desmond asked, creasing his forehead. He was looking at me and even dropped the dinner knife and fork to his plate.

I didn't expect that Sander would even utter about it in our supper right now. I thought that he would dismiss it but I was wrong. I should have not told him...