Chapitre 75: Conundrum

We left the music room with the girls. On the way to the guest room, Veronica decided to take off her thin sweater, leaving her in a black shirt and tight latex pants... inappropriate, to say the least.

Mrs. Hayes ordered Italian food.

We sat in our previous spots and started the feast; glances were exchanged, especially toward Veronica.

Only Mrs. Hayes seemed unfazed.

Spaghetti alla Napoletana and wine straight from Mainz, local wine from the province not far from Frankfurt. Delightful, semi-sweet, electrifying.

At first, we ate in silence. Later, conversations started about how I met Olivia and even where Mrs. Hayes' husband was hiding. Allegedly, he left her immediately after she told him she was pregnant.

No one would say these things to people they barely knew if they weren't drunk. I thought.