Abigail’s Second Life

Abigail grunted. She noticed Lawrence staring at her and smiling, and she got uneasy. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"It's fine. I'm just happy." Lawrence looked away, but he was smiling. He couldn't help it.

Abigail noticed the fruits lying around, and she asked, "Do you want to have some fruits? There are—"

"I'll have anything!" Lawrence answered quickly. Realizing he had interrupted Abigail, he said, "Go on. I won't interrupt you anymore."

Abigail grunted and went to the fruit basket. "Any allergies or things you can't eat? Things that might spike your blood sugar levels?"

"No. I've always been healthy." Lawrence felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

Scarlett was jealous, and she stared at Abigail. Abigail couldn't take it eventually, so she asked, "What about you? Any favorites or things you don't eat?"

"I like fruit salad. Can we do it together?" Scarlett asked, almost simpering.

"Sure." Abigail nodded. She peeled a pear for Lawrence and went to the supermarket with Scarlett to get their fruit salad ingredients. The ladies stood in a single file, and Abigail took everything she needed in one go.

"Don't you check the brands?" Scarlett asked.

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Scarlett said, "Some brands are better and not so icky. I'll teach you about them."

the ward's doorway. When he saw the duo, he quickly went back into the ward. They

only had a part of it, but she realized it was a

here. Shouldn't you be smooching your girlfriend?" Abigail

knows what's going on with your family, so she told me

Cameron coolly. "Can you stop showing

I was just telling the

and your

opened up the

I'm starving." Abigail loved her grandmother's pasta and arancini. The elderly woman was great at making them. Nothing

Lawrence asked, "I thought you'd

eat it, but it was Analise's cooking, so she had to at least

her some pasta. "Have a taste. Have more

digging into

Pearson case going?" Analise suddenly

called the mortuary and ordered a funeral package. He picked the coffin, and now he's waiting for Lawrence

well. Just get some

Analise. I know why

was your age, people in my village helped one another out. The kids eventually went into cities and got their own places out there, and our numbers dwindled, but whenever anyone needed help, everyone

I'd like to go to your hometown

"Sure thing," Analise stated.

but she