Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Summer brought over several bowls of rice, giving one to each person, and placing the last bowl in front of herself. She sat on Spencer’s other side, meaning the two sisters were seated on his left and right.

“Let’s eat,” Mr. Campell said in a simple and honest manner, picking up his chopsticks without making any special effort to entertain their special guest. He occasionally glanced at his wife. Both elders felt a bit complicated.

Spencer had never tasted such home-cooked food before; he found it especially delicious, with a comforting sense of home. Agnes, ever the lively one, frequently clinked her Pepsi glass with her sister’s, sometimes reaching across Spencer to do so. She was a chatterbox, ensuring the atmosphere wasn’t too awkward.

Mr. and Mrs. Campell could tell that Agnes approved of Spencer.

After dinner, the rain had stopped. Agnes spoke up, “Mom and Dad, should we head out now? We don’t want to get caught in the rain again; the roads might be difficult.”

There wasn’t much left to talk about here anyway; perhaps it was best to call it a night.

The Campell elders looked at the three young people. Mrs. Campell remained silent, her face stern as if holding back countless words.

“Are you all going back together?” Mr. Campell asked.

“Spencer drove here, so we can all go together!” Agnes replied with a smile. “No need to call a cab!”

Summer didn’t comment on going together, while Spencer remained calm and was more than willing to give them a ride.

With Mr. Campell’s consent, they bid their farewells. Spencer bowed politely, “Uncle, Auntie, I’ll visit again when I have time. Goodbye.”

“Let’s go!” Agnes urged him along and then grabbed her sister’s arm, pushing them both out of the flower shop.

As they stepped outside, Agnes felt she could finally breathe freely again! Being with the elders was so stifling-she felt like she was suffocating!Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

With the rain gone, the air was exceptionally fresh. The three walked towards the end of the alley, stepping on the cobblestones and enjoying the evening breeze. Spencer walked between the two sisters.

No one spoke; Agnes didn’t know what to say either. She glanced at them and then at the sky after the rain, feeling like a massive third wheel.

If she weren’t there and if this road were long enough, maybe they wouldn’t be so silent?

They quickly reached the Maybach. Agnes opened the front passenger door and said to Summer, “Get in!” She then pulled Summer into the seat before she could react.

Bending down to lift her sister’s legs into the car, she quickly shut the door!

At that moment, Spencer opened the rear door for Agnes with a warm and gentlemanly demeanor.

“Thank you, Spencer!” Agnes smiled at him before getting into the back seat.

Spencer closed her door and returned to the driver’s seat. He fastened his seatbelt and started the car.

Back in the flower shop, Mrs. Campell was cleaning up dishes with no expression on her slightly wrinkled face; she seemed somewhat unhappy. Mr. Campell watched from the side but couldn’t help much; he hesitated several times but remained silent, feeling equally complicated.

In the Maybach driving back to town, even with Summer in the front seat, silence filled the car. This made Agnes in the back feel very awkward; not talking wasn’t an option either. So she took out her phone, muted it, and began searching for a suitable place along their route to get off.

If they were going to get off somewhere, they needed an excuse after all.