Chapter 12. Spanish Inquisition.
“Well, that is interesting,” Charlotte gave Ruth a look that could only resemble a cat that had found its prey and was enjoying toying with it.
“So, what did you say his name was again?” Charlotte asked, shuffling forward in her seat, as Naomi walked from the kitchen, expertly carrying three cups of hot tea, without so much as sloshing even a little bit over the edges of the cups.
Ruth tried to resist the sigh and roll of her eyes, but unfortunately, the heavy breath escaped and her vision was fixated on the ceiling.
“David,” Ruth finally answered to avoid being rude. However, she wished that both Charlotte and Naomi would change the subject. How was she ever going to curb her thoughts of David Obed, if they kept on bringing him up?
“Well, it was ve
