Fortunately, the herbicides that were sold on the market were all diluted, so the potency was low.As I recalled how unusual Andy and Desiree had been acting at dinner, I came to a sudden realization.Once Andy regained consciousness, I stared at him and asked, "You knew the spaghetti was poisoned, didn't you?"His face paled. Then, he replied sheepishly, "No…"He continued, "I saw Desiree adding sugar and some other powder to your spaghetti. I wasn't sure if it was actually something bad. I didn't know if you'd believe me if I told you about it, but I couldn't just let you eat it either…"I sighed. "What are you talking about? You're my son—why wouldn't I believe you? Never do something like that ever again! If you think something is wrong, you should come and tell me about it."When Andy nodded solemnly, I felt a little more at ease.When we got home, we bumped into Desiree. The latter looked like she'd seen a ghost. She even dropped the snack she was holding. I asked Andy t
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