Chapter 44: Served?

She did not remember falling asleep, let alone the moment she woke up. It seemed that her day had started with breakfast, at a somewhat long table with five chairs, beautiful fruit and pasta the height of an expensive restaurant.

As the second Artemisia passed, she was able to understand well who was at the table and where they were. At both ends were her fathers, at the first, near the window, was the mother, at the second, near the door, was the father. It was something like an ancient tradition that fell on families.

The first end, that of the window, was the place of the mother, since the dreams of the women and the connection with the night opened the eyes of the people of the house. At the end near the door was the father, since he had more connection with the day, the adventure under the sunlight, and that opened the doors of life.

It was a bit confusing, but Artemisia loved some traditions and this one was in the same way.

Already in the other chairs of the table, under t