Melody Thorne "...Okay."
"Will I check at the family gathering next week?"
Melody Thorne "..."
"Okay."
Old Mr. Quinn hung up the phone with satisfaction.
Melody Thorne put away her phone, washed up a bit, and walked into the kitchen, opening up the food one by one. There were soy milk, side dishes, toast, and everything.
Some of the dishes had cooled down, but the soy milk was still hot, so she turned on the stove to heat it up a bit.
Jared Quinn leaned against the door, a cigarette in his mouth, watching the figure inside. Did she remember what he said before going to sleep last night?
The golden lighter in his left hand had just sparked a faint blue flame when a pair of small hands suddenly reached over, taking away both the cigarette in his mouth and the lighter.
"Don't smoke," Melody Thorne tossed the cigarette and lighter into the trash can. "Smoking isn't good for wound healing."
