The Spare Wife

Abigail grunted. She noticed Lawrence staring at her and smiling, and she got uneasy. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“It’s fine. I’m just happy.” Lawrence looked away, but he was smiling. He couldn’t help it.

Abigail noticed the fruits lying around, and she asked, “Do you want to have some fruits? There are-

“I’ll have anything!” Lawrence answered quickly. Realizing he had interrupted Abigail, he said, “Go on. I won’t interrupt you anymore.”

Abigail grunted and went to the fruit basket. “Any allergies or things you can’t eat? Things that might spike your blood sugar levels?”

“No. I’ve always been healthy.” Lawrence felt all warm and fuzzy inside.

Scarlett was jealous, and she stared at Abigail. Abigail couldn’t take it eventually, so she asked, “What about you? Any favorites or things you don’t eat?”

“I like fruit salad. Can we do it together?” Scarlett asked, almost simpering.

“Sure.” Abigail nodded. She peeled a pear for Lawrence and went to the supermarket with Scarlett to get their fruit salad ingredients. The ladies stood in a single file, and Abigail took everything she needed in one go.

“Don’t you check the brands?” Scarlett asked.

“I don’t know a lot about dressing brands. Any suggestions?” Abigail stopped in her tracks and asked.

“Some brands are better and not so icky. I’ll teach you about them.”

lot. When they came back, Abigail, from afar, saw Lawrence staring at them from the ward’s doorway. When he saw the duo, he quickly went

sighed. She saw everything. Drop the act. They made the salad, and Scarlett asked Abigail to share it with her. Abigail only had a part of it, but she realized it was a big part. Once they were done cating. Analise and Sean

you be smooching your girlfriend?” Abigail teased.

knows what’s going on with your family, so

Cameron coolly. Can you stop showing off

I was just telling the truth, Cameron

boxes on the nightstand, then, she opened them up It’s dinner for you and

pasta, and she huddled loser to

opened up the

The elderly woman was great at making them. Nothing

huddling closer to Lawrence’s lunch box, Lawrence asked, “I thought you’d only have salad for dinner and no carbs. Why

couldn’t eat it, but it was Analise’s cooking, so she had to at least be polite

taste. Have more if

was already digging into her pasta.

how’s the Pearson case going?”

He picked the coffin, and now he’s waiting for Lawrence to go back for the

Lawrence and Scarlett. “Sean does things well. Just get some rest here for the