It had been two days without Alistair by her side, and Mavis felt uncomfortable all over. Alistair's small figure would always appear in her mind, making it hard for her to focus on anything.
Tomorrow at 9 am was the day she and Anthony had agreed to go to the civil affairs bureau to get their divorce certificate, and she couldn't sleep again. She felt anxious, uneasy, but also a sense of relief that she could finally be free from the shackles of marriage. All these complex emotions intertwined and were difficult to express.
Knock knock -
In the deep midnight of this night, there was another knock on the door of her apartment.
Anthony loved coming over in the middle of the night.
Mavis didn't look too happy as she got up reluctantly to answer it. "What are you doing here again?"
Her voice trailed off because when she looked outside, it wasn't Anthony standing there but Moore.
There was a momentary shock in her eyes as she asked him, "You're not sleeping yet?"
Moore smiled with his eyebrows raised as he handed over a takeout box he held in his hand, "I guessed you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight so I went out and bought some barbecue food for us. Can I keep you company?"
Mavis stared at him holding that delicious smelling barbecue food without saying anything.
Moore had lived in Green Grove Apartment for seven days now; he knew how much space should be given between them during late-night visits. After all, tomorrow she would officially become single again; was it appropriate for them to eat barbecue alone together?
When Mavis hesitated about whether or not they should eat together like this so late, Moore seemed aware of what was going through her mind and immediately said, "Don't worry Mavis; everyone else sees me as your cousin right now. Since I'm here just because I feel bad seeing you suffer from insomnia."
He made sense.
The Callahan Group not only resolved public opinion quickly but also resolved Mavis' anxiety after learning that Moore liked her romantically before tonight's visit happened.
"Then come on inside," said Mavis with a smile on her face suddenly feeling relieved by his words. "We haven't drunk together for ages, have we? What do you want tonight?"
Moore laughed heartily then lifted up another hand hidden behind him, revealing an array of drinks he brought along, "Spirit or red wine? Beer or liquor? Whatever drink suits your fancy."
He came prepared!
Mavis picked out a bottle of high-concentration liquor among all those drinks then poured herself a full glass, drinking it down quickly.
Moore hadn't expected that kind reaction from her who hadn't eaten something yet hours ago.
"It's been several hours since we finished dinner time," He reminded gently. "Your stomach must be empty by now; slow down your drinking first then start eating some barbecued meat instead so you won't get drunk too fast."
Mavis leaned her head on one hand, a lazy smile playing at the corner of her mouth as she drank too quickly and got tipsy.
"Crana has an old saying that goes 'drowning your sorrows in alcohol only makes them worse.' I don't know if it's true or not, but I want to try it out for myself."
Moore could tell she was troubled and sighed before asking, "Mavis, do you... not want to divorce Anthony?"
"How could you say that? I dream about it," she replied immediately.
"But... before you were so determined. Lately though, I've noticed you sighing a lot and seeming worried every day. Are you afraid of something?"
Mavis shook her head. She couldn't deny that she had wavered internally several times during this period - all because of Alistair.
Alistair was only five years old and hadn't been able to be with her until recently. Now he would have to give up his habits from the past five years and leave his father behind along with the entire Callahan family and familiar living environment in order to stay with her outside of his comfort zone.
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