Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Are you throwing another hunger strike now that things didn't go as planned?"

Gilbert tried to keep his cool, "Are you coming down yourself, or should I come up and feed you?"

The tone in his voice was clearly one of anger.

Sherilyn's sleepiness faded almost completely as she sat up, clutching her phone, "I'll eat. I'm getting up now."

"Don't try to fool me. Whether you eat or not, Fidelia will let me know."

With that, the call ended.

Feeling scolded through the phone, Sherilyn sighed, put her phone down, and wrapped herself in a shawl before heading downstairs.

In the dining room, Fidelia had lunch ready.

"Ms. Gomez, you're in a special condition, so if there's anything particular you'd like to eat, just let me know."

Fidelia's smile was warm, "Mr. Johnson mentioned you're expecting, and asked if I'd be willing to stay on as a live-in. Naturally, I agreed."

With a generous salary, only two employers in the house, and despite Mr. Johnson being somewhat hard to please, as long as she took good care of Mrs. Johnson, there wouldn't be any problems. Such a good job was hard to come by.

"Ms. Gomez, feel free to let me know if you need anything."

arrived on schedule,

smiled, "Thank you,

I'll go start on the

exceptional, and lately, with Sherilyn's appetite being what it

enjoying her soup, Abel walked

"Ms. Gomez."

asking,

"Mr. Gilbert has instructed that you go to the TV station this afternoon, and I'll

go out but

he worried about the baby, or was it her

he

always fell just short, like scratching an itch through a boot, never quite

At the TV station.

was Sherilyn's group's turn to rehearse since the show would start filming next week. None of the performers

changed into her practice clothes and

briefly passed over Caroline and Callie without

her hands, "Could

let's start!"

SWXQ

played, Sherilyn moved gracefully. She didn't dance along