Drabble 3: Awkward

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The silence was deafening.

No, it really was.

And Damian was bored, miserable and Delilah was not there to brighten up the room with her fair face. Neither was her brother or any of her cousins so there was no diverting conversation to be had at the dinner table.

Delilah's mother was like a stone statue and her father seemed too embarrassed to have the conversation they were meant to be having. After a long pause the man of the house spoke once again.

"At this household," *cough* "we prize all our children," *cough* "we wish the best," *cough* "and we hope," *cough*.

And so the older gentleman continued in the same tone while his wife continued to be as emotionless as possible and Damian wanted to stab himself with the cake knife.

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