Chapter 12: Hiding His Feelings
“Why aren’t you eating? Is my food not tasty enough?” asked her Mom. “M-Mom, I-I,” pausing his sentence as he swallowed hard. He grimaces, feeling like his saliva was a yarn of needle as it passes down his throat. Elliot massaged his neck. He was looking heavenwards as he looked back at what happened to him and his boss's last day.
Mary looked at his son as she was observing him intently. “What did you eat?” whispering the last words as she squints her eyes, looking at Elliot. “Ha-Ha? I-I did no-nothing,” and he slipped the words that Mary was waiting. ‘So, he did something,’ she thought. “Okay. So, what happened to your throat? Did you eat something big?” she asked.
Elliot almost choked at the milk he was drinking. “Oh. God, Elliot! Are you okay?” th
