“Millie, how are things back home? Did you visit Joan?”

“Home’s a bit damp, but I’m well. I visited Joan and shared dinner at her place. She eagerly awaits your return.”

Grandma’s joy resonated through the phone.

“Tell her I’ll be returning soon.”

After her conversation with Grandma, Millie dialed Marcus.

“Honey.” Marcus’ voice enveloped her as soon as the call connected. With a soft clearing of her throat, Millie expressed, “I arrived around five in the afternoon. Are you home?”

A warm chuckle echoed.

arrived at my doorstep. Have you

crafting bread results in delectable delights,” Millie replied, her voice

of the starlit sky and the gentle night breeze, Millie reveled in the

home alongside an angry Laurel, Roland bore the stains of mud. Delia’s surprise greeted

ditch?” she inquired, her gaze sweeping

shower first,” Laurel said gloomily before

Delia reproached her son, her eyes wide with

a fool. Don’t you know that the flowers at the door bring prosperity? Look at what you’ve done! The flower

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