Chapter 8

Anthea hadn’t eaten much all day, and by then, she was starving. But even as she wolfed down her meal, there was a grace to her that made it somehow pleasant to watch.

She polished off her spaghetti in no time.

“There’s more in the kitchen. I’ll get you another helping,” Carol offered.

Anthea gave a content smile. “No, Mom, I’m full. Thank you.”

“Well then, let me take you to your room so you can rest,” Carole suggested.

“Sure,” Anthea nodded in agreement.

The bedroom was a cramped space carved out of another room, with Carole living just next door. The furnishings were sparse, including a bed, a desk for writing, and a wardrobe for clothes. There were no unnecessary items.

It had been Rebecca’s room before. When Rebecca left, she took all her belongings with her. There wasn’t even a blanket on the bed at this time.

Carole mentioned, slightly embarrassed. “Let me go and grab a comforter to make the bed for you.”

“That’s fine, Mom,” Anthea said with a smile.

an afterthought, she added, “By the way, where’s my

o was ond

her youngest brother, Nanson

Anthea referred to was

as a delivery guy and didn’t smoke or drink, but his one vice was the casino. Almost every paycheck he earned ended up on the gambling tables.

at the clock on the wall and

at the door. “Carole! Carole! Come out and

coming,” Carole called out as she moved toward the living

a roast chicken in his left hand and a large watermelon in

it rich?” Carole asked

the 21st century, meat was a luxury for the Yeager

it from a client who runs a rotisserie! He said the delivery folks deserve a break for working

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speaking, he noticed Anthea emerging from the back and looked puzzled, “Carole,

smile. “This is Anthea.

meet you, Uncle Nanson,” Anthea said with a polite

if he’d seen

from just a few days

Anthea,” she said, enunciating

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