The double doors of the dining room slammed shut behind Damon. The loud, sharp sound echoed violently off the high stone ceiling.
Mr. Murry stared at the closed doors, totally unable to understand what had just happened. The General had barely taken a single sip of his soup before he exploded in pure anger and stormed out.
Camilla sat calmly. She slowly lowered her spoon back into her ceramic bowl. She watched the closed doors for a few seconds.
She let out a very soft, quiet sigh. She turned her head and looked directly at the older housekeeper.
"Uncle Murry," Camilla said. Her voice was back to normal. It was casual, and totally unbothered by the sudden drama.
Murry quickly blinked his eyes. He snapped out of his shocked state and stepped forward. He bowed his gray head nervously.
"Yes, My Lady?" Murry replied, his voice shaking slightly.
Camilla tilted her head to the side. She pointed her spoon toward the empty chair at the head of the table.
