From Sneers to Cheers: Anthea’s Ascent

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

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her youngest brother, Nanson

Anthea referred to was

limited education. He worked as a delivery guy and didn’t smoke or drink, but his one vice

on the wall and said, “He should be

footsteps sounded at the door. “Carole! Carole! Come out and see what

as she moved toward the

was none other than Nanson. He carried a roast chicken in his left hand

rich?” Carole asked

century, meat was a luxury for

who runs a

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noticed Anthea emerging from the

with a smile. “This is Anthea. Anthea,

you, Uncle Nanson,” Anthea said with a polite nod.

at her as if he’d seen a ghost, “You, you! Are

so much from just a few days

I am Anthea,” she said,