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

When he saw the duo, he quickly

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 came in with lunch boxes. Even Cameron showed up.

who’s here. Shouldn’t you be smooching your

knows what’s going on with your family, so she told me to check in on

coolly. Can you stop

I was just telling the truth, Cameron protested

ignored the youngsters and placed 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 some. It’s good for

heard pasta, and she huddled loser to

eat?” Sean opened up

woman was great at making them.

“I thought you’d only have salad for dinner and no

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

pasta. “Have a taste. Have more if you

already digging

going?” Analise

called the mortuary and ordered a funeral package. He picked the coffin, and

worry,” Analise told Lawrence and Scarlett. “Sean does things well. Just get some