Good News, Bad News

Her aunt kept up with her smiling grimace before a quick notice that breakfast was ready and a swift exit to the left and down the stairs. 

Suddenly feeling even more guilty, she shoved all the letters back into the drawer and decided to quit exploring.

Shortly after a quick shower, she tiptoed down the stairs, silently as she ever has been only to be greeted by the scent of  her aunts amazing cooking.

She sat at the table, noticing that her aunt had set the table for her husband, his usual breakfast of eggs, bacon, coffee and orange juice with a news paper on the right, ready for him to read.

"Perhaps aunt is in denial?" she thinks to herself as her aunt places a plate full of delicious food on the table before her.

But then she noticed her aunts face...

 

 

The End

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