"He will participate!"
While Edgan looked into Mel's eyes, trying to guess the answer he would give, the reply came from the woman on the floor behind him. The female shop owner spoke as she slowly stood up from where she collapsed moments ago; she managed to carry herself, albeit with difficulty, and took her former place at the head of the table where the two youths sat.
"Wow, you must have confused me with your kid because I come and go here often. I guess I didn't squeeze your throat hard enough that day!"
While Edgan narrowed his eyes and looked at Mel as if to say 'what did you do', what could the state of the woman, the target of the threat, be? The expectation was for her to collapse to the ground again or start trembling with fear, but today had long ceased to be a normal day.
