Elias was enjoying Sienna's suffering. Not in a mean way, just the way a husband who needed his wife to stay home and create less trouble would. He sipped hot coffee slowly, savoring the rich taste, thinking to himself that it was so much more delicious than usual.
Mrs. Miller on the other hand, was feeling sorry for her daughter and granddaughter. They looked like they would rather be anywhere else in the world, but the class. "If you want Sienna to learn, that is not how you teach her." She said softly, "She is a visual learner."
"I will be sure to pass that information along." Elias murmured, continuing to sip his coffee. "Good coffee," he smiled. "So good."
