It was very late and Oliver had long returned to the house by now. He was in the kitchen again, washing the dishes. He felt like he ought to feel uncomfortable, like he was entitled to, especially when his hands had been submerged in icy water for about twenty minutes already – but he felt calm. Very calm.
'A little water clears us of this deed,' he thought as he scrubbed his hands.
Oliver walked out of the kitchen and found his mother looking very tired, sitting alone by the dining room table and he sat down opposite to her, placing a little piece of jewellery on the table. Immediately, her eyes widened and she grabbed onto it, a large grin stretching across her face.
"My gosh, you found it!" she exclaimed, tears of joy forming in her eyes. "Whereabouts was it?"
"I just found it under the table you said you put it on, mum."
"Oh, so silly of me to have missed it. Did Charlene get home safely?"
"Yeah... she did. "
If only his mother knew how wrong he was.
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The Gateau des Rois
Mystery / ThrillerAlmost like any other Christmas night, Oliver anticipates a joyous celebration with his family and friends and bakes a splendid Gateau des Rois. However when he realises his confusion of its ingredients leads to his mother's distress and anxiety, h...
