“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 ce. She eagerly awaits your
return.”
Grandma’s joy resonated through the phone.
“Tell her I’ll be returning soon.”
After 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
same celestial canvas with her beloved.
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Returning home alongside an angry Laurel, Rnd 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 re, Delia reproached her son, her eyes wide with shock.
“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 vigers’ beliefs and actions.
In Rnd’s perception, his actions appeared devoid of any wrongdoing.
“I presented those flowers to your impending daughter-inw. Criticizing me is uncalled for. Isn’t your
daughter-inw of greater significance than the flowers?” Rnd countered, his tone defensive as he
justified his actions.
“My daughter-inw? Did she ept your floral offering?” Delia questioned angrily, aware that Millie
had declined his gift, as evident from Rnd’s forlorn expression.
Rnd waved his hand dismissively and said, “I am heading inside.”