Five minutes later, Ethan Hayes pushed open the study door, gave Vivian sitting inside with a totally confused look an "OK" sign, and said, "All explained. You can come out now."
For real??
Vivian stared at Ethan, full of suspicion. She hesitated for a moment, but still followed behind him out of the study.
Out in the dining room, the table was already covered with a feast. Mrs. York was holding a huge soup bowl in both hands, bent over and taking quick little steps as she hurried out of the kitchen, saying, "Move, move, move, make way, make way."
Ethan and Vivian hurriedly and very much in sync stepped aside to the edge of the table.
Mrs. York quickly set the bowl of soup down on the table, then put her hands up by her ears and pinched her earlobes, saying, "So hot, so hot, it's killing me…"
"Mom…" Vivian looked at her, a bit speechless. "How many times have I told you? Use those microwave oven mitts when you're carrying soup. You're gonna burn your hands like this."
