One of the prominent Blocks which was always usually quiet was Block B.
Not because the family wasn't close, but because the parents were mostly busy and the kids were introverted. Okay, maybe one was introverted while the other didn't get much chance to explore out.
This was Suzy's family home.
The dining room was quiet. Too quiet. Only the soft clink of cutlery scraping against fine ceramic plates filled the space, but even that was sporadic, interrupted by the stillness that seemed to emanate from Suzy herself.
She sat stiffly at the edge of her seat, barely touching her breakfast. Her head was bowed, her arms curled around herself as though she were shrinking, trying to disappear into the chair. The untouched eggs on her plate were already cold. Her glass of grape juice also sat un-sipped. Her mother, elegant as always in a silk robe, set her cutlery down sharply.
