Time flew. Onward came the night before Easter — a time when some families gather for a lovely, hearty meal. At Arianne’s insistence, Henry the butler and Mary sat around the table for dinner together with her and Mark.
It was important to Arianne. They were her family, people who had raised her since childhood.
As usual, she also received a sum of money from Helen as a gift and some well-wishes under the backdrop of distant church hymns and occasional fireworks. With a pang, she realized that Easter this year was different from its previous iterations. She could not pinpoint the exact differences, but she wondered if it was because the festival felt homelier than it used to be.
After replying to Helen’s text, she looked up and considered Mark. “I wonder how Granny iss doing,” she wondered out loud. “I haven’t been able to contact her for such a long time that I’m starting to worry. There’s no way Zoey and the rest could keep that act for this long, but somehow they pull it off this time…”
It was one of Mark’s most dreaded scenarios all over. For some reason, every festival automatically reminded Arianne of her grandmother, forcing him to come up with new lies to explain it away every now and then.
“Don’t you think this silence holds the best implication? It means Granny is living pretty well and the Harris’ are treating her well,” he fibbed.
“Indeed,” Henry chimed in. “You shouldn’t worry about it, ma’am. Just focus on taking care of yourself and the baby. After the child’s born, you’ll have a lot more energy to pursue these matters.”
She sighed. “Right, right.”
“After the child is born” — it would be summer by then. For now, though, the sky was still usually grey with dancing white flurries. No matter how far she looked, summer seemed so far beyond reach.
After dinner, Mark accompanied his wife to gaze out of the French window in their bedroom to watch the firework shows. As the Tremont Estate was located at an elevated terrain, their vantage point offered a broader view of the wondrous aerial spectacles above the distant cityscape.
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