Chapter 41

Another thing that I am aware of is this. Abigail Higgins is a devoted follower of my brother.

Since she was five years old, she has. She did, in fact, follow him around for a period of time once. He served as her savior and her prince. During the course of the conversation, those wide-eyed stares morphed into sideways glances, which were accompanied by flushed cheeks and a twitch of the corner of her mouth. Upon Charity's departure to attend college, Abigail shed tears. Would she shed tears for me?

It's really unlikely.

How is she doing? In spite of this, I can't help but inquire.

The door to the refrigerator is being shut by Marie. You, Abigail? She is doing well. Just as every other eighth-grader is, I am completely overwhelmed with schoolwork. When it comes to a math project, I am assisting her.

I make a raised eyebrow. "I was under the impression that you detested mathematics."

"Yes, I do," she confesses. "Would you like to take my place?"

In a hurry, I respond with "No."