40- The Discussion

My father had finished making the pancakes and we both put some on our plates and went ahead to eat them. We left some, hoping that Alessandro was going to come back and have his share.

“Something is wrong with Alessandro.” my father sighed.

I kept quiet. Apparently, I was the only one in the family who did not seem to know him long enough to determine if someone was wrong with him. My mother in her grave was probably also seeing that something was wrong with him.

“Maybe he just has some things to deal with.” I shrugged

“Perhaps. But one thing about him, he will be very stressed about something but he will never his a stressed or worried face in public.” my father replied

“Maybe it just hit him about Mom or something.” I continued to suggest possible reasons why he was in such a mood.

But my father disagreed. I mean, he did have a right to disagree. It was his friend that he had been with for a while, so he would be able to tell if something was wrong with him.

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