We were gathered at the dinner table after the last course had been served. Mr. van Kirk sat at the head of the table with Mrs. van Kirk adjacent to him. Lucille sat opposite Mrs. van Kirk with Victor by her side, his hand resting atop hers. I sat next to Mrs. van Kirk, acutely aware that my attention was wanted, but too focused on my lemon sherbet.
The tangy, sweet, and creamy flavor grazed over my tongue. Bright yellow rays burst forth from my lips with every spoonful, lifting my spirits. When Victor cleared his throat once more, I knew that the news would be more bearable if I could continue eating.
Mrs. van Kirk knew what was to come, and she couldn’t help but let out a small squeal. I winced. Victor looked mildly annoyed. He cleared his throat again in anticipation of his speech.
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