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."

ladies bought a lot. When they came back, Abigail, from afar, saw Lawrence staring at them from the ward's doorway. When he saw the duo, he quickly went back into the ward. They came in and saw Lawrence quietly sitting

They made the salad, and Scarlett asked Abigail to share it with her. Abigail only had a part of it, but she realized it was a

well. Look at who's here. Shouldn't you be smooching your girlfriend?"

"She knows what's going on with your family, so she told me to check in

coolly. "Can you stop

I was just telling the truth,"

them up. "It's dinner for you and your wife. I made some pasta and soup. Have some. It's good for your body." Abigail heard pasta, and she

want to eat?" Sean opened

and arancini. The elderly woman was great at making them. Nothing outside could compare to

Lawrence asked, "I thought

shape anymore, so..." She couldn't eat it, but it was Analise's cooking,

her some pasta. "Have a taste. Have more if you

digging into

case going?" Analise suddenly asked

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

"Sean does things well. Just get some

I know why Abby loves you now. I

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

to go to your hometown someday with you,"

"Sure thing," Analise stated.

listening, but she wouldn't