Under the law of the mafia: a dangerous passion

In the morning was quiet in the small suburban house where Emily Carter lived with her mother, Margaret.

The golden light in the morning crossed the light curtains of the kitchen, bringing a particular sweetness at the beginning of this day. Margaret was busy in front of the stove, humming an old song that she loved so much. Emily, still dressed in her pajamas, dragged her feet when he entered the room, attracted by the familiar smell of freshly prepared coffee.

"I prepared you pancakes. Do you want them nature or with a little chocolate?"

Emily smiled while sitting at the table. "Chocolate. Still. You know that I can't resist."

Margaret laughs gently by pouring a small amount of dough into the pan. "It is true. If I let you go, you would eat chocolate morning, noon and evening. Fortunately, I'm here to ensure that you feed a little better."

Emily looked up with the sky with fun. "And where is your diet by the way? Last night, I saw a box of cookies hidden behind the flour box."

His mother sketched a guilty grimace, but kept smiling. "I plead guilty. But what do you know? Life is too short not to have fun."

Breakfast was always a privileged moment for them, a space where the discussions were light, almost insignificant, but incredibly precious. They talked about everything and nothing: the neighbor who seemed to have a new pet, the television programs they had watched recently, and even the old cat of the family, Buster, who had the annoying habit of overthrowing flower pots on the terrace.

While Emily used a second cup of coffee, the front door opened suddenly in a familiar crash, followed by the energetic click of heels against the prosecution. Kira, her best friend, entered like a storm, arms loaded with a provisions bag, and a large smile illuminating her face.

"Okay, I arrived just in time! You still don't plan to eat all these pancakes without me?"

Margaret grouped while slightly turning her head. "Kira, you are still welcome. But I wonder if you don't choose your visit hours depending on the meal."

"What if that was the case? You cook so well that it is a crime." Kira put her bag on the table and sat down with an exaggerated sigh. "So what are the news this morning? Crispy gossip to share me?"

Emily shook her head, amused by the overflowing energy of her best friend. "Nothing very exciting, except maybe my mother decided to keep cookies secret."

"TRAISSE!" Margaret mine to be outraged, but her smile betrayed her fun.

The conversation quickly moved away from cookies to go to more trivial subjects: the latest fashion trends, a film that Kira absolutely wanted to see, and projects for the coming weekend. Emily was gladly carried by the liveliness of Kira and the serenity of Margaret, savoring this moment of tranquility in her well -ordered routine.

The sun's rays gently entered the dining room, illuminating the walls adorned with family photos and souvenirs of Emily Child. The trio savoring the pancakes, while Buster, the old tiger cat, mewtched gently, trying to attract the attention of Emily.

"It is always you that he begs when he is hungry, do you realize it?" Margaret launched an amused look at her daughter before taking a sip of coffee. "Probably because he knows that I am the only one who gives in to his whims. What can I say, he had me with his big sad eyes. "Emily leaned to caress the cat, which purred loudly.

"Speaking of whims," intervened Kira, taking a conspirator look at Margaret, "you have not yet spoken to Emily of this renovation project for the friend's room?" Margaret shredded her shoulders, pretending indifference. "I wanted to talk about it, but you know how she is. She will say it's useless. "

"Ah, because repainting a room with a pastel color" trend "is now a national emergency?" Emily looked up, an amused smile floating on her lips. "Don't laugh. A house needs freshness. And besides, Kira is on my side. "Margaret put her cup on the table with a triumphant air.

"Obviously I'm on your side! You always let me choose the colors." Kira Ria crossing her arms. "And I offer a pale blue. It's soothing and elegant." "A pale blue? It looks like you want to transform the house into a modern art gallery. I vote no. "Emily shook her head laughing, while Margaret mentally noted the idea.

The hours passed through a whirlwind of various discussions. Kira passionately told an anecdote about her recent trip to Boston. "And there, I stand at the edge of this open scene, ready to read my poem, and the microphone breaks down. I swear, if I hadn't had my notes in hand, I would have run away. "Margaret burst out laughing." And yet, you are there, alive to tell us. So, you managed to recite your poem without the microphone? "" I shouted like crazy, and guess what, they loved it! Maybe I should register in a theater school. "

Emily listened with a quiet smile, enjoying the warmth and energy that Kira brought each time she passed. She loved these simple moments, these harmless conversations that woven invisible but durable memories.

While the sun was declining and the first evening shadows stretched on the wall, Margaret got up to get rid of the table. Kira, although regularly, offered his help unsurprisingly. "Margaret, leave me at least put away. It is not because I come for the meal that I cannot contribute a little! "

"Contribute? Seriously?" Emily Ria based on the file of her chair. "All you have done so far is to eat my pancakes and criticize my decoration." "Criticize? Me? I never give free and precious advice."

While the evening was slowly set up, Kira Vibra's mobile phone on the table. She looked at the screen and her expression subtly changed. Her eyes were folding for a moment, a hesitation passing over her face.

"Everything is fine, Kira?" Margaret asked the question gently, noticing his disorder. "Yes, everything is fine. It's nothing." Kira picked up quickly and got up, her voice becoming lower. "Excuse me for a minute, I have to answer this call."

Emily exchanged an intrigued look with her mother, but none of them asked any question. They heard Kira speak briefly in a low voice, without being able to distinguish words. When she returned, her usual smile was back, but an enigmatic glow in her eyes betrayed something unsaid.

"So where were we?" she launched happily, taking place as if nothing had happened.

But for Emily, this brief moment of mystery planted a seed of curiosity, a diffuse feeling that something bigger was perhaps prepared to upset their daily lives.