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."

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

and Scarlett asked Abigail to share it with her. Abigail only had a part of it, but she realized it was a big part. Once they

at who's here. Shouldn't you be smooching your

on with your family, so she told me to check

coolly. "Can you stop showing

telling the

the youngsters and placed the lunch boxes on the nightstand; then, she opened them up. "It's dinner for you and your wife. I made

to eat?" Sean opened up

grandmother's pasta and arancini. The elderly woman was great at making them. Nothing outside

lunch box, Lawrence asked, "I thought you'd only have salad for

so..." She couldn't eat it, but it was Analise's cooking, so she had to at least be

a taste. Have more if you

digging into her

Pearson case going?" Analise suddenly asked

mortuary and ordered a funeral package. He picked the coffin,

Just get some rest here

touched. "Thank you, Analise. I know why

The kids eventually went into cities and got

nice. I'd like to go to your hometown someday with you,"

"Sure thing," Analise stated.

listening, but she