Chapter 25: Case To Death
After they were through with their meals, Nanny Jia collected the plates from the table and added that she was going to the kitchen thus leaving Andrea and Daren for a minute. The i moments that they shared were not only comfortable but also filed with tention when Andrea scared at Daren, feeling restless.
“Daron, what if I can’t do this? What if I can’t be her?” she posed the question devoid of power and not above a whisper chest.
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He shined his gaze her and this time there was no hint of joke in his eyes, just concern. “You can do this, Andrea. It is just a matter of time. You have to have faith in yourself. The people who want to see Sont want to see her audience but they also want you. You are not just a fill in the blank; you are being incorporated into this family.”
Andreamade a resigned noise and studied his eyes, looking for comfort. “But what if I do something wrong? Something bigger than sipping a beloved dish? What if they see through this poise and realize mother?
“But what i say the wrong thing? What ift de something stupid?” was her retort, showing annoyance.
“Do not worry, you will cope. Just be yourself. There was a lot of love for Sonia because of who she was and that is what you have to bring too.” Daren said, his eyes plagued by her even Intensity.
Andrea inhaled deeply, collowed by his support. I just don’t want to disappoint them,” she said quietl
“You will and don’t forget. I will support you. We will tackle this problem together”
While in the uncontable slness that followed the real and began to feel a small, almost timid glimmer of hope. After all, there might just be a way to hold Sonia in her heart and still behalf. With Daren there, it felt slightly less beer, and the coud ahead was a bit more visible as well.
At that moment Nanny lia appeared one more carrying something warm and dessert–like in both her hands. “I thought we should finish the meal with a sweet dish!” she announced with a big smile. “Sonia used to this.”
“Come on, that looks really good Nanny, 1 can hardly wait to try it Andres exclaimed, convincing herself that it was only a bit of waiting. Damn, she achance for hat to hold a picture of the life that Soma once enjoyed, such that it would be her life, and in turn paint.
could start to smile. There just might be
Nanny Jia setjoy onto the table in form of a dessert, a warm, mouth–watering, and fragrant peanut butter cake that was topped up with melted chocolate. Andrea felt her insides twist in a disturbing way. The danger of ingesting even a microspie morsel of a plant growed the very vividly. His eyes darted to Daren, whose expression covered the message he understood her worry, but also the question of it in fact it were tr
And whoa, the word raised my spirits because it was a yummused desert, Manny! My voice announced with them sandwiched between the desserts. Sure, Fanny Nanny arrived home to Ah, but I was just thinking y’know perhaps eught to have a lighter dessert this evening!
“You can make that with me, and togethan, we can eat with your sisters. You will how great fun spending time with them since they are very friendly and fun little ladies”
“Do not talk monense! This is what you love the mo Abright Nanny Jia cut in. “You would always lick the plate clean every time toodard this Ie’s a ritual”
“ual” Andrea repeated, rather experimentally. It was a word she did not know how to use adequately. She became appreciative of the nursing mother, but it was impossible telling her that she enjoyed the coming food when in fact she had no such feelings
*You see, Sonia has been fond of equilibrium…” he said with anime in his volos, changing the topic
Dacen leaned forward slightly and looked at her, making clear that the message ** again. “One little piece of cake will not hurt anyone, will it?
indicating a boost of confidence and nodded. Indeed! Only a place that is small enough though one cannot compromise,” she offered. “It is not courteous to ruin
Andrea gave a small
an appetite for the next day.”
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Tomtio? You mean the dies will be eating the food in your ‘House, Sonia? Nanny is burst into plages. “I guess I have to prepare some samprous material for you to wat in the morning You will have to eat to recuperate your ”
While she sliced a portion and served to Andrea, Daren gave ha penetrating look from across the table, worry etched on his face. Andrea raised her dock and took a small generative taste of the cake, which she enjoyed for its moistness and richness, and swallowed with great effort. Har that was already beginning to constrict and she attempted to hide her growing discomfort behindarin
Nanny la regarded her with narrowed eyes. “You see? It is just a call! You still enjoy it! totalous?”
And modded the weight in her chest intensified “Definitely 11, um, is just how remembered” she forced herself to say
Darendy close to her, pulse quirkening on her behalf. “Sonia has always enjoyed balding,” he stated grinning at Nanny is to keep things light. I believe the is just getting back in the kitchen!
“Correctly!” entry a shouted, happy” told you that you would go back to your former self after a while, just imagine when I start teaching you new dishes. Thave plenty ideas in Andrea felt a knot forming in her throat, for benen avalding the truth about her allergies and baking in Nanny Ja’s warmth. She could not keep this charade any longer, but at the same ime, she did for with to cause Nanny Joe any pain
As they went on eating, the talk was concentric on hea abo told funny stories about Sola, both her well–known dance battle, which Andres found amusing bananas, and her outrageous corporate ideas. The laughter was contagious, and for an instant, Andrea was overtaken with masties, feeling that she had yearned for a life, which in actuality, was not her
But the heat in her chest was shout–lived as the stated to panic, feeling a sensation creeping on her arms she was well acquainted with Her throat felt blocked, and she clutched her hand over her chest, all too como of how rapidly things could gorill
“Hey, are you alright?” Dan’s voice bak hea trance, worry evident in his nonut.
Andrea hastily dopedak, other pieces of cutlery linking to the plate as she smiled for the camera‘ by the smile was fale, “a kary, just, um, believe I may have eaten too *ook bir sirk, dacling you finally she went out to the kitchen
