Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

"Awesome!" Jenna's excitement was palpable as she nodded vigorously, a sudden thought making her turn towards Sherilyn. "Mommy, can we please?" she pleaded.

"Jenna..." Sherilyn frowned, hesitant to agree, "Sophia has already prepared dinner."

"Oh."

At that, Jenna's spirit deflated, her lips pouting in disappointment.

"Sherilyn," Gilbert interjected, his voice laced with concern, "it's just dinner. Jenna and I haven't spent time together in ages." "Mommy, please?" Jenna's eyes were wide with hope, looking earnestly at her mother.

Faced with their pleading, Sherilyn felt like the 'villain' of the piece.

After a moment of hesitation, Sherilyn finally nodded, "Alright."

"Yes!" Jenna's cheer filled the room as she waved her arms excitedly. "Let's go, let's go! Time for a treat!"

Gilbert pinched her nose affectionately. "What treat would Jenna like?"

"Cake! Blueberry cake!"

"Alright. I will get you one," Gilbert agreed, a hint of sadness in his tone. Jenna, I wish I could tell you I'm your dad, not just a mister. Driven by Jenna's craving for cake, Gilbert drove to The Crimson Table.

Jenna immediately clamored for cake.

signaled with an

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dare argue with her mom, instead turning hopeful eyes to

was no help, siding with Sherilyn. "Mom's right. We eat dinner

not so heroic after all.

rice and some vegetables. "Eat up. You need to

"Okay."

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took care of Jenna, Gilbert

the opportunity

of filling her plate.

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"Thanks."

rang,

when it rang persistently, she excused herself

she said tersely upon answering, her voice cold,

the voice of Farley Martin

been discharged from the hospital. We thought a family dinner to celebrate would be