Waiting for things in anticipation made Oona really uneasy. Morning has passed, and she still hasn’t had any news from Opal, and she hasn’t come back yet.
She just stood in the kitchen with the ingredients for the dish she ought to cook left untouched on the kitchen counter.
“Oona, sweetheart. Do you want me to get some takeout since it's only the two of us?” Alfonse asked his wife as he stepped into the kitchen.
Oona hasn’t started cooking lunch yet. All ingredients, unwashed and untouched.
Oona then looked at her husband.
“I can’t cook, Alfonse. I can’t focus on anything. I am getting worried about Opal,” she said, and then Alfonse walked up to her and held her at arm’s length.
“Don’t worry about lunch. I already ordered food,” he told her, and then he looked tenderly at her.
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