I looked at Dave with eyes widened like the eyes of a fried fish. We are in a dining room. We’re having our dinner as what mom told us.
"Son, can you please hand over the soup," I was about to get the soup when Harold get it first. Confused, I watch him getting the bowl to hand it to mom. Okay, what are they doing?
"Thank you," my jaw dropped to the floor when mom smiled at him whole heartedly. "Welcome mom," Harold replied with a smile. I looked at Dave and he seemed as confused as I was by what was happening.
Okay, we’re completely lost.
"Maybe one of you can explain what's going on here?" I folded my arms with my eyebrow furrowed while looking at them but my mom just pinched me which made Harold laugh.
"Don't be like that in front of food, Lorelay."
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