Theresa stood up abruptly from her seat, apprehensive awe registered on her face from her initial nonchalance, and without a word-not even her traditional system of dabbing her lips refinedly before leaving-dashed out of the dining room, without another word.
Lance was next to stand up, followed by Alonso.
"That impertinent bastard!" Alonso snarled under his breath, and veered off, stopped halfway as though recollecting something, came back to me, and said, "I will see you later, okay?" I nodded, hence he kissed my temple and left.
I was transfixed in my position, every urge to eat, vanishing off. Where could Alfred have gone to now? I don't know the entire history of him leaving the house at his liberty without informing anyone_not even his precious mother, but one thing was sure, it seems he has never left like this before. With everything?