Ella could sense the tension, and she excused herself and came back with tiny cappuccino cups - bone white, delicate things. "They'll have to serve as shot glasses," she said apologetically, setting them at the center of the table.
"I think he sounds like he was a brilliant man," she said, not realizing this was dangerous ground at this table. "Who died?" she followed up with immediately. "Was it a suicide, the other death?"