The man in the toga

As soon as she left, Ian looked at his father seriously.

“Did your son come with you?”

Adam exchanged an astonished glance with his son's grandfather. He paid attention to details, which is unusual for children his age.

“Actually, he was already here when I arrived... We'll talk about it over lunch tomorrow.” Adam said, not wanting to start his relationship with his son with lies.

“Did you like this woman, Ian?”

“No. She's garbage.” The boy said and got down from his chair and ran to his grandfather, taking his hand and leading him to sit where Bonnie had been sitting, and turned to Adam. “Shall we make Grandpa a guinea pig?”

Adam smiled and stood up.

“Sure.” He said and took the cake that the two of them had made out of the oven.

As they ate, with a cup of coffee that the cook had made, after their entrance into the kitchen had been admitted again by Ian, between one mild conversation and another, Anna's father said so quickly, and so covertly between one sentence