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From Scratch (Chapter 3)
Story written on January 26, 2012 by Casual Watcher.
A distant knock at the front door pulled her from her worries, however, and Helena rose from her seat, walking quickly towards the door like she had the day before to greet her brother’s close friend. “Hi!” She grinned, a wide smile tugging at her lips as Dylan grinned back at her.
“Hey,” She replied, “it’s nice to see you again.” Exchanging pleasantries, Helena moved out of the way for Dylan to enter the house and closed the door behind her.
A greeting was called through from the kitchen when Andrew realised she had arrived, followed quickly by a quick ‘hey’ from Peter. Helena watched as her brother enveloped his guest into a tight hug, which Dylan gladly reciprocated before moving to exchange the same gesture with Peter. “Hellie, would you mind setting up the table in the garden?” Andrew asked then, and when Helena agreed to help, pointed her in the right direction to the placemats. Watching his sister disappear into the garden with the mats, plates and cutlery, Andrew turned to Dylan and told her, “There’s a jug of lemonade in the fridge, if you can take that out.”
Nodding and telling her friends how good the almost-prepared meal smelled, Dylan moved towards the fridge and found the large jug. She placed it on the kitchen counter while she retrieved some cups, asking, “How many are here?”
Taking a moment to count, Andrew answered, “Six…yeah…”
Remembering that Andrew had said Helena was here with her two children, Dylan retrieved six stacked, plastic cups and carried them, along with the jug of lemonade, into the garden. Helena had just finished setting the table, and called through, “Do you want help with anything else?”
“No, no, you two sit down, it won’t be long now,” Andrew answered, to which Helena smiled slightly to Dylan and the two women took a seat at one end of the table.
There was a slightly tense pause at the table for a moment while the two women wondered what to say first to break the ice, but it was Leah who stole the silence from them. Upon realising her mother was seated outside, she lifted her dolls from where she had been playing by the hammock and wondered over, pulling out a seat beside her mother and glancing awkwardly between the recognisable stranger and the jug of lemonade.
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This is some good stuff. You’re doing a great job with this and balancing school and all that. Thank you ; )