Little Weakness

Harold laughed at his mother's comment, his eyes lifting to glance at her. Polly’s ears burned, but she simply forced a smile. “Forgive me, I didn’t know breakfast had a curfew.”

Rael said nothing. He didn’t even look at her.

She took her seat, on the empty spot by his side. It was only when she sat down did she feel his palm on her thigh, and he squeezed gently, as though apologizing for his family’s actions.

He cut a chunk of meat and placed it in her plate.

‘’Eat,’’ he said when he noticed that she wasn’t eating.

Polly glanced up at him, and then she smiled. Picking up a fork with her right hand she began to cut the meat.

Rael suddenly stilled as he watched her, and then he glanced up at her face; ‘’I thought you were a leftie?’’

Polly blinked and then she looked down at her hand.

Shit! The former Polly was a leftie. Her gaze fluttered as she immediately thought of a lie to say to him.

‘’Yes… I actually use both hands.’’ She said with a light chuckle.

‘’Hmm… ‘’ Rael thought and res