"Okay."
Alger nodded. Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, he could tell that his beautiful little sister's mood had improved again.
"Want some more dessert?" Alger offered as he shifted from his kneeling position to sit back in his chair, facing Eleanor.
Eleanor nodded enthusiastically, though still a little weak.
As they waited for her new dessert to arrive, Alger stole a glance at Eleanor. She was clearly in better spirits, but he remained silent, not wanting to disrupt her mood too soon.
Holding his breath, he finally decided to speak, carefully choosing his words. "So, did something happen?"
Eleanor hesitated for a moment before deciding to be honest. "Well, actually, it was about John Burbom's letter."
