Molly strolled back over to Ivy's side, her hands jammed into the pockets of her faded jeans.
"Has Cory eaten already?" Ivy asked through a mouthful of chocolate.
Paige was no fan of chocolate. It was Baillie, a man with a sweet tooth, who brought home these treats for all the kids.
He adored his food, and he had a knack for picking out the most delicious snacks.
"Yep, he's busy gaming. I didn't want to mess up his hands, so I popped it straight into his mouth," Molly replied nonchalantly, not particularly keen on the sugary stuff herself.
Her dad always said that getting hooked on sweets was like falling into a trap. They numb your senses and lull you into a false sense of security, making it easy for danger to catch you off guard.d2
Hearing her words, Ivy looked shocked.
"What's up?" Molly said, reaching out with a napkin to wipe a smudge from Ivy's cheek.
Ivy shook her head, "Molly, you're the only one brave enough to feed my brother like that. Even mommy wouldn't dare!"
"And why wouldn't she dare? She's fearless!"
Ivy wasn't sure how to explain it to Molly. Some things were better understood without words.
Instead of trying to articulate her thoughts, she decided to drop it and take advantage of their grandmother's absence to enjoy her snack.
Poor Ivy. Granny Hilaria was always on her case about gaining weight, so treats were a rare luxury. If it weren't for the occasional covert operation by her godfather, Ivy's life would be a lot less sweet.
The adults were all chatting away.
Rose tended to stay quiet, just observing. She was watching Rosalynn, Paige, the men in the house, and the three kids.
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