THE DARK MORNING QUESTIONS

Viktor arrived with Maria and a whole lot of other maids, they were waiting at the door, only to disappear an instant later.

Soon after they reappeared and within seconds, the china and mess of food on the floor were cleaned and the table was rearranged.

Two young women then showed up, serving us appetizers: it was a big salad-like looking bowl, with cheese, cured meat, and vegetables. I looked at it with confusion, though it looked very delicious.

"Antipasto." One of the women clarified, I said the name tasting it out on my tongue. It was delicious and delicate.

Next, we were served pasta beef Ragu and a large amount of cheese for my plate. The meat was heavenly and I couldn't stop eating and the dishes that kept arriving were even better. Of course we had wine, it wouldn't be an Italian meal without it, but I didn't drink too much, I was already tipsy.

The dinner was oddly quiet and the tension was so thick I could use a knife to cut through it, neither Matteo or I mentioned what