"So," Ambrose huffed through his mouth, forcing a not-so-friendly smile directed at Gabriel's mother. "Anyone wants to address the elephant in the room or…?"
Sadly they hadn't taken Adriana's offer of having pie. They all just sat in the living room awkwardly—avoiding eye contact or pretending there was some groundbreaking shit on their phones.
They should've spent about five minutes doing that.
And he'd had about enough.
Mrs Silverstone's disinterest in talking to him couldn't be clearer. "What elephant?"
Although Ambrose was tempted to say 'I'm staring at one' he held his breath for a couple of seconds before answering. "I think you know what I'm talking about, Mrs Silverstone."
"Do I?"
"Yes, you do." Ambrose straightened his sitting position, eyes narrowing on the older woman. "Why don't we talk about how your entire mood changed faster than a chameleon's when you found out I'm a damn fag?"
Gabriel's eyes bulged.
