Second Thoughts
With the weight of the evening’s encounter bearing down on him, Thad sat by himself in their living room’s dark light. He attempted to explain Annie’s actions. Perhaps she was under stress at work? However, she had previously always been honest about the difficulties she faced at work. Is it possible that she didn’t enjoy the food his mother prepared? Annie had always claimed to adore Italian food, and Thad knew that his mother’s cooking was excellent. His mother was an undisputed culinary genius, producing everything from pizza to pasta, arancini to focaccia, Italian cheese, and lasagna.
Second Thoughts
The Unanswered Question
Additionally, the memories, customs, and affection that went into each meal were just as important as the food. Thad’s mother had strong Italian cultural ties, and her food was a reflection of her love and ancestry. As Thad laid in bed next Annie, his mind was filled with questions. He turned to her, his calm yet forceful voice unable to control his curiosity any longer. “Annie,” he said, sounding like a wounded hound pleading to be put down, “is there something wrong with the food tonight? Do you not like it?” Was it unexpected, nevertheless, that his reality was collapsing before his very eyes?
The Unanswered Question
