He could read her thoughts, so as she entered, he quipped, Slip into something comfy and join me for some soup. Its chicken soup with fresh bamboo shoots. Took a good four hours to cook.

Jessie slipped on her slippers, brushing off his antics.

Ina soft voice, she inquired, Wheres Jeslyn? Wearing a forlorn expression, Albert lamented, You sure you dont want a taste? Your mother has been at it all afternoon. Shes made enough for an army, I reckon. She even threw in your share.

Jessie was puzzled.

What was he on about? Her mom sending chicken soup over? Jessie found it hard to believe her mom would cook chicken soup for Albert.

Albert could sense Jessies disbelief, so he offered her a taste.

as the specialty only found at her aunts place. Her mom

two

math. Half the shoots had probably ended

Seems your mother has got more concern for me than you do. Jessie, when are you going to whip up

Just you

businesslike air, she queried, Is Jeslyn upstairs? Ill head up to find her. Oh, and Mr. Waston, whats

it in the past few years, didnt you?

him any mind would only

spun on her heel,

Elsie, Youre off for a month. Send all the staff

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