Helen finally nodded, thanks to Mary’s advice. “Okay… I’ll go and see her. I’ll leave straight away if I upset her.”
Mary closed the door when Helen walked in, giving the mother and daughter some privacy.
Arianne was still awake. She sat up when she saw Helen. “What are you doing here at this hour?”
Helen approached her and propped up a pillow on her back. “I… I happened to have some business nearby, so I thought I’d drop by and see you. Have I disturbed your sleep? You don’t have to get up; you can lie down…”
Although Arianne didn’t seem too amiable, she wasn’t scowling at her either. “It’s fine. I can’t sleep anyway, so I might as well get up and sit.”
The pair didn’t have much to say to each other, so the atmosphere cooled.
Helen stood for a while then pulled out two sparkling and translucent boxes of sour plums from her bag. “I don’t know if you like sour food, so I’ll just leave these here. You can have one or two from time to time. The Tremont household has everything, so I wasn’t sure what to bring…”
Arianne opened one box and popped one sour plum into her mouth. “Not bad, I previously had a craving for both sour and spicy food, but now I seem to prefer sour food instead.”
Helen smiled. “Then it must be a boy. Although this isn’t a scientific theory, there is some truth in certain old wives’ tales. Are you and Mark looking forward to a boy or a girl?”
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