Iris & Arthur
Iris
An awkward silence falls over the table. I shift uncomfortably. The only sound is that of the kitten racing around in the other room, playing with a bottle cap. Wendy glances at the cat with a wrinkled nose but says nothing.
Arthur clears his throat and offers me a grin. “Everything looks delicious, Iris. Thank you for arranging this.”
I flash Arthur a grateful smile as I serve Miles his mac and cheese, then offer the prime rib to Leonard and the salmon to Wendy. They accept and take their seats, but I can tell they’re not particularly thrilled.
Leonard takes a careful bite of his prime rib, chewing slowly. But Wendy merely picks at her salmon, pushing it around her plate more than actually eating it.
I can tell they’re both judging me, but I try not
