"Dorothy, wait!" Mrs. Martins called out, but Dorothy didn't turn back. She quickly walked out of the room, her mind racing with thoughts.
"What does she want from me?" Dorothy thought to herself. "Why would she want me to marry her son? And what does she mean by 'take care of the rest'?"
Dorothy couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right. She had always been loyal to the Martins family, but this request seemed strange and unsettling.
As she walked into the kitchen, she saw Raphael sitting at the table, oblivious to the conversation that had just taken place. Dorothy decided to keep it to herself for now, unsure of how to broach the subject.
"Hi, Raphael," she said, trying to sound normal. "What can I get for you to eat?"
Raphael smiled. "Just a sandwich, please, Dorothy. Thank you."
Dorothy nodded and began preparing his meal, her mind still reeling from Mrs. Martins' proposal. She knew she had to think carefully about what to do next.