Part twenty-three

Lena.

He pushes me to hurry to join the table, once I'm there I take a seat, Engla serves the food he gave me earlier, but this time he's shaking.

-Thanks Engla-. Aren speaks, everyone begins to eat in silence and apparently in fear, I am a little stunned because I cannot taste a bite, the happy dinner that he used to make, just over a month ago, he was lost and died in that war.

-Lena-. Aren calls and I pay attention. - View to the plate-. Everyone's fear has gripped me, I nod sadly, he forms a smile of greatness just like Frank had, the cause of everything. I start to think too much, I see Engla again, that woman who previously intimidated now intimidated, Einar, is no longer the same funny man ... at least I understand, on the one hand. She is also afraid of her friend, all I do is stop eating.

-I'm not going to repeat it twice-.