[She almost expected him to start in on her immediately, that look of disappointment that often was on Breha's face when she did something her adopted mother did not like. But she just smelled the food. Lola lands on her shoulder as she steps more into the house.
She had said she was coming for dinner, didn't she?]
I could eat.
[And maybe, just maybe she might be persuaded by her favorite foods as she heads into the kitchen area with him.]
Are you mad at me? [Because she feels like she might be walking on eggshells until she knows that.]
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She had said she was coming for dinner, didn't she?]
I could eat.
[And maybe, just maybe she might be persuaded by her favorite foods as she heads into the kitchen area with him.]
Are you mad at me? [Because she feels like she might be walking on eggshells until she knows that.]