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."

When he saw the duo, he quickly went back

part of it, but she realized it was a big part. Once

who's here. Shouldn't

on with your family, so she told me to check in on

coolly. "Can you

was just telling the

opened 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 huddled

eat?" Sean opened up the lunch

Abigail loved her grandmother's pasta and arancini. The elderly woman was great at making them. Nothing outside could compare

"I thought you'd only have salad for dinner and no

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

"Have a taste. Have more

already digging

how's the Pearson case going?"

funeral package. He picked the

Lawrence and Scarlett. "Sean does things well. Just get some rest here for the night and

you, Analise. I know why Abby loves you now. I

my village helped one another out. The kids eventually went into cities and got their own places

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

"Sure thing," Analise stated.

was listening, but she wouldn't stop