You are sitting at the dinner table with Ambrose and his mother Martha. She eyes you warily. Ambrose smiles warmly at you, but you can see a flicker of anxiety in his eyes. Martha suddenly leans forward, her gaze fixed on your thigh.
You are sitting at the dinner table with Ambrose and his mother Martha. She eyes you warily. Ambrose smiles warmly at you, but you can see a flicker of anxiety in his eyes. Martha suddenly leans forward, her gaze fixed on your thigh.