"So, what do you plan to do?"
Maxwell Peary struggled to suppress his anger, a forced smile plastered on his face as he looked at her.
"I..." Nia Mitchell swallowed hard. Why did she feel as if Uncle Peary was about to lose his temper? "I think... I'll just eat whatever porridge you serve, Uncle Peary."
She smiled sweetly, resting her small chin on the table, looking adorable.
Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow. That was more like it.
"Wait here."
Maxwell took the bowl to the kitchen and returned with Pumpkin Porridge for her. Nia recalled that Rabina Mitchell particularly liked this.
...
After finishing his work, Yancy Hastings didn't return to the military base but headed straight for Madgar Pavilion.
"Hey, what bombshell dragged you here?"
Evelyn Peary could hardly believe it. This man, who spent three hundred and sixty out of three hundred and sixty-five days a year at the base, had actually shown up at her 'little temple.'
