“That’s impossible, Aunt Margaret! Uncle Handsome is a good guy! He gave us these tomatoes. I tasted them, and they were very sweet! I ate so many just now! Try them yourself, Aunt Margaret! Once you’ve tried them, you’ll know that Uncle Handsome can’t be a bad guy!”

Then, like a nimble little cat, Abby slipped through Margaret’s fingers and ran from behind her towards the basket of tomatoes, picking one up and offering it to Margaret with bright innocent eyes.

“You’re such a silly girl, Abby! Bad guys don’t have the words “bad guy” written on their faces so you could tell them apart from the others! Don’t you remember the story of Little Red Riding Hood that I told you about? The big gray wolf pretended to be her grandma and tricked her into trusting him; that’s how she ended up getting eaten by the wolf… That man is just like the big gray wolf! You must always keep your eyes open and use reason to distinguish the bad from the good, and you must stay away from him, understood?”

Margaret earnestly and patiently lectured Abby, but the only reply she got from the girl was, “I know, I know. You’re right, Aunt Margaret. I’ll be very careful from now on. Still… This tomato is really yummy! You should try it!”

Abby then ate another tomato, then, with her pink little fingers, gently stuffed one into Margaret’s mouth.

chewed it. He made appreciative grunts and said, “It’s true. The tomatoes are indeed very fresh and very sweet. I’m sure this man had come to visit us with full sincerity. Don’t worry too much, Aunt Margaret. Mommy

stared at the boy in disbelief. “Not you too! What’s the matter with you? Why are

that she would be “bought over” by Stefan’s handsome looks. Adie, however, was a clever and quick-witted boy. He

day, Aunt Margaret. Why don’t you go and take a

Margaret’s hand and led her into her room. A few minutes later, he returned with a smile on his face and told Stefan, who was getting ready to leave, “I’ve told Aunt Margaret to rest for the day, so you can stay and play in our house in peace.

own demeanor when he was young.

say?” he chuckled. “Were you hoping

would never let Stefan Hunt touch his head. With a stony expression, he told Stefan, “Mommy told me not to let anyone touch my head. The

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255