Santoria looked at her watch just as she finished her experiment. 7 o'clock? It was so late and yet she had worked straight through without any interruptions. She ran upstairs to the kitchen to prepare dinner for the kids, it would have to be something quick and simple tonight. She rummaged the fridge and found some frozen pizzas, cheese for her and Marco, wiener for the children. How anybody could like a pizza with hot dog meat on it was beyond her comprehension but children had a way of liking things like that.
She placed the pizzas in the oven and began to set the table, she couldn't help but to think that something wasn't quite right, but before she could put her finger on it:
G: Mrs. Santoria, can I help?
S: Sure Giovanni, do you know where everything goes?
G: Yes, I've been paying special attention.