ELENA
The ticking of the clock and the barking of a dog four houses away made my head pound heavily. I tried to focus on my pasta. Though dad had prepared it just like how I liked it, it tasted bland to my tastebuds.
And if that was not enough, his scrutinising eyes drilled holes in my head from across the table. I was deliberately ignoring that stare for the past two days, but I didn't know how long I could do that successfully.
"Don't you like it?"
I paused, slowly chewing the large morsel I had in my mouth before looking up at him slowly.
"huh?"
"The pasta. Don't you like it?"
I tried to keep a straight face and avoided directly looking into his eyes. Keeping my gaze on his chest, I said, "That's not it. The pasta is good."
Shit! Elena, you forgot to sound convincing.
Now I had to handle this situation before it-
Before I completed my thought, dad put down his fork on his plate and laced his fingers, placing them on the table.
Uh-oooh!
