“What is this?” Alex asked.
“Oh, it’s hasenpfeffer,” was the blissful reply.
“Really? It looks…good,” he said eyeing the dish.
“You’ll like it, I promise.”
Alex nodded curtly. He scooped it onto his spoon and eyed it. He looked and saw his mother smiling beatifically at him. Alex wiped the expression on his face. He took a tentative taste of the stew as surprise overwhelmed him.
“That’s really good, Mom! I like how the beef is cooked.”
“Oh, that’s not beef, Sweetheart. That’s rabbit,” she said standing. She missed the pale and pained look of her only son’s face.