Stella had tea today alone by choice, of course.
John had been off doing whatever he does. Stella often told herself that boys will be boys to ease her mind but deep down she had feelings that told her otherwise. He was obviously up to no good.
He had strange evening “rituals”. He seemed distracted, also.
Much like that of a person who had something to hide or one that had a big secret.
Stella pondered all this during brunch. She also wondered why her neighbor never opened the blinds in his flat. She thought how dreadful it must be to never see the sun light shine in or watch the birds fight over crumbs dropped by the way side on the street.
She waited for John to come home, but that never came to be.