― burning passion for intimacy
My dad must have taken something so strong. Something intoxicating for him to agree to let Mr. Racini stay with us. I was sure with the look he kept on giving us over the table during the dinner that he’s not pleased with the situation.
Meanwhile, my Mom never lost her curious gaze to us. She kept raising her eyebrows at me as if she doesn’t know how to voice out her question. For the first time, my Mom was speechless. For the first time, she kept her opinion to herself. I don’t know if I should be glad of this unfolding event or if it's time for me to worry about my parents.
I expected them to talk to me in private, but either they know I won’t give them an answer or they couldn’t get the right timing to ask me when Mr. Racini was always with me.
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