Silence reigned inside the living room.
A quiet stillness that spoke for itself, even though not a single sound was made. That, and the pure look — as if she were staring at someone mentally ill — from Marianne, as she stared at Jonathan.
"What the hell are you talking about?" the girl asked, as if she'd just heard something completely ridiculous. And she wasn't the only one — her expression said plenty without saying a word.
Beside her, Elizabeth gave him a blank look, as if reacting to a bad joke. And next to her, Rachel merely raised an eyebrow silently, apparently treating it more like one of Jonathan's weird jokes.
Feeling the urge to slap himself, Jonathan rubbed his face. "Right... never mind. I should've said that in a better way. Just a second."
Crouching in front of the bag he'd dropped nearby, he opened it and took out the only thing he could use as an immediate and practical example.
