Chapter 11: Horace
The dinner was… ugh… interesting.
Gula downed the entire cooked chicken she had brought from the supermarket, then ate the chips, then the salad, then washed it all down with a couple of soft drinks. Then she leaned in for the corn flakes, which Acedia protected, close to her chest.
The kitchen table hadn’t been used since his parent had left. He usually ate at the sofa while watching some series or on his computer. Having people over made the use of the table a necessity, and Horace was glad he’d done so because the mess looked a lot easier to clean up afterwards.
But he had to admit he enjoyed eating dinner with company. The fact that it was two ladies also helped.
Gula punched a fist into her chest a couple of times, then burped gently. Her expression content, sh
