Had she had her head screwed on straight, she probably would have picked the seat next to Phoebe rather than Tash, who seemed hell-bent on giving her the silent treatment. Her elder sister stared steadfastly at her plate, refusing to utter a word or even look at her. Well, two can play at that game. She turned to her mother, who was busy cutting the moussaka into individual portions. She had already served a piece to Phoebe and Spider and was now holding out her hand for Eve’s plate. Eve picked it up and passed it to her. With knife and spatula poised, Anita asked, ‘How much would you like, Eve?’ ‘Not much,’ she said quietly. ‘Just a little piece, please.’ ‘This much?’ Anita poised the knife to cut a piece that was much too big. ‘No.’ Eve shook her head. ‘This much?’ ‘No, still too much.’ She moved the knife further back. ‘And now?’ ‘Er … yes, that’s good.’ Anita huffed. ‘You can’t possibly only want that much.’ ‘I’m not that hungry.’ ‘Why not?
What do You think about The Maxwell Sisters (2015)?
