He tried to speak so hard, but her mom always told him that screaming is not polite, and so why all those adults were yelling so pretentiously? He could not really realize, but it must have been the cheap red wine running into their blood systems.
Peter, even if he was sitting some seats away from that 8 years old boy, realized his struggle and with a gesture of the hand stopped her mother from falling into another silly conversation over the time that bunch of old friends used to spend in her parents’ beach house in Norfolk.
“Let the kid talk” Peter said.
The little child almost let the fork fall on his plate for the excitement.