After some words, wasted words, there was a silence involving everyone at the table, each person turned one way or the other, looking distractedly to the roof, or anything that would release the tension now held. They had had something lovely for dinner, and it was this precisely, that seemed like an exit for Mrs. Atkinson, as she said,

“Lovely dinner.”

Yeah’s and Oh’s were said by everyone as the uncomfortable moment had passed and everyone stood up and made their way into the living room. This was the time when Mrs. Atkinson gave a ‘do something’ glance to Mr. Atkinson.

Mr. Atkinson approached slowly to his son, and sat by his side. “Joseph, I’m not sure you understand what you’ve just said.”

“I do dad, I’ve read about it”

“No you don’t… Did you see how everyone reacted when you…” he was interrupted

“But…”

“No ‘but’s’ Joseph… Don’t do that again. Don’t mention it again. I’ll explain you when you’re older, but for now, avoid that subject. Ok?!

“Ok dad…”

“And take off that hat!”

[ Mrs K i t e ]
don't ever listen the thought police