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“Favor?” Atticus did not hide his curiosity and surprise. He did not expect his sister to be here early in the morning just to ask for a favor. It indeed quipped his interest.
Celestine nodded, blinking, “This is too formal.” Celestine jested. “Why not join me for breakfast brother?”
“Breakfast?” Atticus mumbled, his eyes still in his sister. He never had breakfast with Celestiine except if the situation requires for it. He wanted to decline, but the words in the letter of his father kept bothering him.
Seeing her brother think, Celestine sighed in defeat as she added, “I guess that would be too uncomfortable for you. I apologize. I’ll just come back later.” Celestine did not pressed any further and bowed making her way out.
Atticus suddenly stood up, hands r
