Chapter 27
"I don't really know, whether he holds a grudge against my father or not" Joan replied looking up at him "but I can tell for sure that he doesn't hate him." Hugh frowned "don't you ever ask him about his feelings?" "If he will meet me, then shall I ask him" Joan's mouth twisted into a wry smile. "Doesn't he ever come to meet you'll?" Hugh asked. "Thrice a week. That's all" Joan answered curtly. "I can't imagine that. If I don't see my family, even on a single day, my heart slams in my chest with disappointment" Hugh said and smiled. "It reels in your blood- family love" Joan said and flashed a bright smile. "Maybe" Hugh said, returning the gesture. "I know it's not appropriate to ask.....but.....er....how did your father die?" Joan asked. Hugh stopped breathing. It had been years
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