Rosemary called Ellen and asked if she was free to join her for lunch.
Take Mayme in the restaurant, this used to be her and Tina's favorite place to come, and it's been more than two years since they got married, and the restaurant is still the same as before, no change at all.
"Sis, did you used to come here for dinner?"
Mayme saw her very familiar to a window seat and asked curiously.
"Well, I used to come here to eat with Tina and the others when I was in school!"
It seems like yesterday when I think back to those days, when I used to come here with Carina for a big meal at the middle and beginning of every month, and coming here was the most luxurious place for them at that time.
But now ......
But it's not the same anymore!
"Sis, what's wrong with you? Why are you sighing for a good reason!"
Taking Rosemary's hand, Mayme asked with concern.
A faint smile, "Nothing, just suddenly remembered some things in the past, some emotions!"
"Let bygones be bygones! We have to face the future life with a smile, to make every day of the future life a happy one!"
"Mayme, sometimes I really envy you, you can face anything with a smile when you encounter it!"
Although her mannerisms are more like a boy's, her straightforward, no-frills nature really gets her going.
Mayme was very happy to hear Rosemary compliment her, after all, she has such a character, and it is also the credit of his brothers.
"Sis, do you think you really know me?"
With her hands propped up on her chin, Mayme asked in all seriousness.
Looking into her incredibly serious eyes, Rosemary asked, "Why are you suddenly asking me this question?"
"Because I think the rating you gave me was so high that it gave me a feeling of unreality!"
Puffing out a laugh, Rosemary gently pinched her little white and red face and couldn't help but say, "So if you were to give yourself a score, what would you rate?"
"One hundred percent!"
Without even thinking about it, Mayme said.
"So confident in yourself!"
Looking at her, Rosemary thought she would only give herself about 80 points?
"That's for sure, if you let me give you a score of how many, I will definitely give you a hundred too!"
"Why?"
"Whether it's you or me, we are unique in this world and can never find another, so naturally, we give ourselves full marks!"
Nodding, Mayme said with certainty.
He is right, each person is indeed unique in this world, but if you give yourself a score, she feels that she is at best about seventy points.
Mayme said there, a pair of large eyes all confident light, as if it is a ray of sunshine in the morning, let a person look at the heart of a special relief.
"Mayme, have you still been in touch with Marcy lately?"
Lifting the coffee on the table and taking a sip, Rosemary asked in a small voice.
"I'm not sick, why contact him?"
As soon as Marcy was mentioned, the original sweet smile was instantly gone, replaced by a disgust.
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