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“Millie, how are things back home? Did you visit Joan?”
“Home’s a bit damp, but I’m well. I visited Joan and shared dinner at her place. She eagerly awaits your return.”
Grandma’s joy resonated through the phone.
“Tell her I’ll be returning soon.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter her conversation with Grandma, Millie dialed Marcus.
“Honey.” Marcus’ voice enveloped her as soon as the call connected. With a soft clearing of her throat, Millie expressed, “I arrived around five in the afternoon. Are you home?”
A warm chuckle echoed.
“I just arrived at my doorstep. Have you eaten?”
“Indeed, I have. Joan’s skill in crafting bread results in delectable delights,” Millie replied, her voice imbued with sweetness and happiness.
Under the embrace of the starlit sky and the gentle night breeze, Millie reveled in the joy of sharing the scelestial canvas with her beloved.
Returning halongside an angry Laurel, Roland bore the stains of mud. Delia’s surprise greeted their arrival.
“What happened, Laurel? Did you fall into a ditch?” she inquired, her gaze sweeping over the muddy spectacle.
“I’m going to shower first,” Laurel said gloomily before retreating indoors.
With a glare, Delia reproached her son, her eyes wide with shock.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“You are a fool. Don’t you know that the flowers at the door bring prosperity? Look at what you’ve done! The flower bed is in shambles. I am exasperated with you!”
A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y
Superstitions held sway over the villagers’ beliefs and actions.
In Roland’s perception, his actions appeared devoid of any wrongdoing.
“I presented those flowers to your impending daughter-in-law. Criticizingis uncalled for. Isn’t your daughter-in-law of greater significance than the flowers?” Roland countered, his tone defensive as he justified his actions.
“My daughter-in-law? Did she accept your floral offering?” Delia questioned angrily, aware that Millie had declined his gift, as evident from Roland’s forlorn expression.
Roland waved his hand dismissively and said, “I am heading inside.”