Aunt Leona put down two plates of freshly baked pasta on the kitchen table. She glanced at the clock on the wall above the fridge.
It's a quarter past two. Where's Oscar?
The doorbell rang.
"Think of the devil." Aunt Leona muttered to herself.
She opened the door to let her nephew in.
"Enjoyed the weather?" Aunt Leona asked closing the door behind them.
Oscar removed the hood of the jacket off his head revealing his wet hair and face.
"I wasn’t expecting rain today." Oscar commented hanging his jacket on the stand near the door.
"Expect the unexpected." Aunt Leona winked.
She glanced at the two bandages on Oscar's fingers.
"You cut yourself again?" she asked suspiciously.
"Long story." Oscar started walking up the stairs. "I've gotta change."
"Are you hiding something from me, Oscar!?" she called.
"No!"
"Hurry. The pasta's getting cold."
ns 15.158.61.5da2
