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.

not

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

you be smooching your

smiled. “She knows what’s going on with your family, so she told me to

looked at Cameron coolly. Can you stop showing

was just telling the truth,

the lunch boxes on the nightstand, then, she opened them up It’s dinner for you and your wife I met some pasta and soup Have

and she huddled loser to Sean

to eat?” Sean opened up the lunch

loved her grandmother’s pasta and arancini. The elderly woman was great

Lawrence’s lunch box, Lawrence asked, “I thought you’d only have

shape anymore, so…” She couldn’t eat it, but it was Analise’s cooking, so she had to at least be

“Have a taste. Have more if

was already digging into her

going?” Analise suddenly

mortuary and ordered a funeral package. He picked the

does things well. Just get