A full Sunday, roast along with every French pastry that could be prepared was on the dining table in the morning. Almost everything had been on her plate and Jones made sure that she eat everything.
Sometimes, John felt like the long lost brother of her mother. Someone who took care of a flock whenever she was not around.
In fact, God forbid if anything happened to her mother, and she was not here to take care of a children and her husband, Jones felt like the perfect fit for it.
Currently, like almost everyone in the house that had eaten the breakfast, Leah was lying on her bed with her legs dangling. Her hands were on her stomach while her expressions of pain. Her stomach was too full, unnaturally full.
This kind of fulfilment of hunger should be a sin.
What happened in the morning almost made every thing same normal. Every thing that had been going on in her mind, every doubt and assumption about everyone in her family, it all went away.