Chapter 18 Anger

• After the room had finally emptied, Giovanni followed Lily into the kitchen. She stood at the stove, her back to him, stirring the pan of pesto pasta absentmindedly. Her movements were slow, mechanical, as if she were lost in thought.
• He cleared his throat as he stepped closer, but Lily didn’t turn around. She continued stirring, her shoulders stiff and her grip on the spoon tight. Giovanni looked into the pasta and commented.
• "It smells delicious," he said, trying to break the tension in the room.