The next morning at breakfast, Mia had a million questions on her mind.
"Grandma, is it true? Who was the guy? Why did you have an affair? Who was the guy? Did you love him? Who was he? Is he still alive? Does he know? Grandma? Grandma?"
"Mia! Just…be quiet, alright. The answers to your question are yes, only he and I know, because we were lonely, yes, yes and yes."
Joseph smiled.
"Oh, ok then Grandma," Mia said.
She fiddled around with her fork, but couldn't help staring at her Grandmother. Clarisse noticed her staring, "What is it?"
"Was it someone I know?"
"Oh!" Clarisse rolled her eyes back into her head and slammed her hands on the table, before exiting the room.
"My dear, I think your questioning her like that may have upset her. Perhaps it's best you leave the questioning for another time. Maybe when she's actually ready to answer in full sentences."
She sighed then widened her eyes, "Hey Joe, you're her husband, right? Did she say anything to you? Did she tell you who he was, like in a private conversation or something?"
"Miss Mia, the point of a private conversation is that it is kept private."
"So you DO know!"
"You could say that."
"Who was he? Shades?"
Joseph was disgusted, "No."
"The Viscount?"
"Hell no!"
"The Prime Minister?"
He shook his head.
"Did he have a title?"
"No. Mia, it's just a hunch, but I have a feeling that my answer to your next question and all that follow will be no. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an upset wife to attend to."
She gave Joseph a guilty smile and then turned her head to Nicholas. He smiled at her and left the table as well.
Mia decided that instead of upsetting her Grandmother, she would spend all of her free time hassling Joseph to tell her who the mystery man was.