Her stomach was already growling, so the smell almost made her drool.


    “When did you get here?” she asked Cecelia, trying to hold in her saliva.


    “Did you cook all this? Just for the two of us?”


    “I got here this afternoon. And you know me-I don’t cook. There seems to be too much food, so I invited


    Wesley over. He has a healthy appetite. Niles is out of town, so there will just be three of us.”


    To Cecelia, ir was now Like a daughter-inw. She escorted ir to a chair and had her sit down.


    “Wesley is too uptight, but his bark is worse than his bite. Just ignore him. We do,“ she prattled on.


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    “Oh, okay,” ir replied with a nod. Cecelia’s enthusiasm made her feel a little flustered.


    On the other hand, deep down, the tiniest part of her longed for the day that Wesley would notice her


    and decide she was the one for him; there was still a chance they could be together. So she thought


    that she should build a good rtionship with Cecelia.


    Remembering neither of them had washed their hands, Cecelia followed her to the bathroom so they


    could do just that.


    When they got back to the table, Cecelia busied herself with lLadling soup for herself and ir. ir


    took the bowl from her and said,


    “Wesley isn’t here yet. Should we wait?”


    “Nah. He won’t care. Let’s eat. There will be plenty left for him. He can heat it up when he gets back.”


    ir couldn’t believe her ears. ‘Do they always treat him like this?”


    Cecelia noticed the stunned look on her face. She reflected on what she had said and then exined,


    “He’s been in the army for a long time.


    He’s not picky. We can Leave a portion of each dish for him


    ir nodded anddled a bowl of soup for Cecelia.


    “Here, Aunt


    Cecelia, have some soup. You go ahead and eat. I want to wait for him.


    “Oh honey, you’ve been working all day. You must be hungry. You eat.


    I’Ul call him.” Cecelia ced the bowl of soup in front of ir.


    Seeing this, ir tried to stand up and Ladle another bowl of soup for her. But Cecelia put a hand on


    her shoulder to stop her.


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    “I don’t need any. Be right back. I’ll call Wesley.”


    ir said nothing more. ‘Wesley is nothing like his mother. Niles is, though. They’re both outgoing. *


    ir ate the soup absent-mindedly. Cecelia apparently got her son on the line.


    “Wes, are you on your way?