Amelia
I stood in front of him at the front door, the cooked clams in my hands.
“What's this?”
“My apology.”
“Clams?”
“Cooled and spiced. Come on, I spent two hours making these.”
“At least let me in, Evans.”
He gave way for me to enter the sitting room.
“Where can I drop this?” I held the food flask up.
“No.”
“No?”
He walked into the kitchen and took a fork. He then offered the fork to me.
“Eat it first.”
“Wait…you think I'm going to poison you?”
“Really?” I asked.
“I'm being careful Amelia.” His eyes were directed at me.
I took a spoon and showcased it to him.
“This better?”
“Yes.”
“So, my apology is accepted?”
“No.” He took the food flask from my hand and placed it in the kitchen. I had already placed my butt on one of the chairs.
“No? The cooked clams
