I put the cup of tea in front of her. I made the moves very carefully. She’s sitting in the most modest position.

She was on the couch while I was sitting on the single seat couch in front of him. The only thing that separates us is the center table. I looked at her cold eyes. They are exactly the same as her son.

They have this cold mesmerizing eyes. I wonder how good looking hid husband is to have Hugh as their son. Their son is breath taking that I could compare him into a goddess.

"How are you?" she asks me with a monotone voice.

She picked...