The backseats comfier, she suggested.
Albert wordlessly took the passenger seat. Jessie glanced his way, remarking, Your body, your choices. If you dont take care of it, no one else will.
Albert reclined, closing his eyes for a moment of rest.
As Jessie revved the engine, he muttered, You do care for me, but your words are always so harsh.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTears welled up in Jessies eyes.
After dropping off Albert, she trudged back home, her body weary.
Climbing the stairs, she noticed the light was on and realized Lettie had returned.
Jessie was a bit taken aback.
Shedding her shoes in the entryway, she questioned, Mom, arent you planning to stick around in Tashkao a bit longer?
Lettie set the chicken soup on the table.
Eyeing her daughter, Lettie sensed something was amiss and let out a small sigh. How can | relax after whats happened? | asked around, Axells folks returned back to their hometown. What gives? Jessie recounted the hospital ordeal to Lettie.
Letties eyebrows shot up. Albert was no walk in the park. How come he just let Axell slide and even handed his folks a cool ten million?
After a pause, Lettie mused, Axell is no match for Albert, thats for sure.
But she believed Albert had some screws loose too. One wrong move with that knife and he wouldve been a goner.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAlbert had pulled that stunt because he wanted Jessie to feel sorry for him.
Even if Jessie kept quiet, Lettie, being her mom, could see she was fretting over Albert.
Two days later, on Saturday, Jessie had her session with Jeslyn.
After Lunch, Albert lounged on the sofa, flipping through a magazine like he had all the time in the world.
Jeslyn, dolled up to the nines, snuck a peek from the stairwell, scrunching her nose at Elsie. Dads more amped for this than | am.
Elsie corralled Jeslyn upstairs to brush her hair.
Jeslyn whispered something.
Albert caught wind of it but just glanced up and kept mum.
Emma, hovering around, murmured, Mr. Waston, Doctor Calderons on the lookout for you.