"So let me get this straight," Malanda repeated herself slowly, her eyes drifting to the group of people milling about.
Easter was almost as big as Christmas for her mother, and the entire courtyard had been decorated with flowers and there was a great feast being cooked in part by her aunts, Crina and Daciana, and it was mostly family in attendance. The Balcescus, of course, and Vera had come along as well. The Ardeleans came, both older and younger, and whatever bribe Darius had given his wife must have worked because she was not only in attendance but she also seemed to be having a rather engaging conversation with Darius' brother.
At least Malanda thought it was his brother, frankly it also could have been Darius.
Her attention was elsewhere, though, on the one person that was there that the young woman was genuinely surprised to see: her friend that did not live in Romania, barely spoke Romanian, and whom she had not realized was even in the country until church that morning.
It was only polite to invite her to the luncheon, but Malanda still had unanswered questions.
Which she was attempting to figure out now while most everyone was distracted.
"Luca... invited you to church... so you decided to give it another try? Even though you have not enjoyed it in the past?"
Something wasn't adding up.
but when all the gates have closed and you're tired
you stand awhile by the fire and it burns bright
a while, a while; you sit quiet