“You mischievous girl. This is minel"

Rosalynn scoffed.

“Why did you make me taste the bitter herb?"

“You ate one biscuit. You'll have to bake one more box of biscuits for me.

Calvert threw a biscuit into his mouth, savoring it with a squint.

“ALL you do is punish me." With pursed Lips, Rosalynn carried the supplies she had brought into the kitchen.

Calvert smiled, watching her retreating figure, and remarked, "Why have you lost weight? Is it because you don't want a divorce?"

Rosalynn placed the ingredients in the kitchen and countered, “How could that be?"

“So, you're content with divorcing Brian?" Calvert asked deliberately as he continued eating the biscuits.

Rosalynn arched an eyebrow and replied, “Grandpa, I've made my decision. I won't let anything sway me."

Calvert sneered, “You're quite resolute."

“You taught me that." Rosalynn coaxed Calvert.

"You're such a smooth talker. Cook something tasty for me," Calvert requested. know. Just be patient." t's because it's been so long since you Last cooked for me."

“Whose fault is that? If you stayed home every day, I‘d come back to cook for you every day."

“Are you that devoted?”

“Absolutely. You raised me. If I'm not devoted to you, I'll be punished."

They bantered for a while, and then Rosalynn went to cook as Calvert sat in the yard awaiting dinner.

After some time, a visitor arrived.

“Calvert, are you home?"

Rosalynn had just finished preparing the meal in the kitchen when she heard the voice and was stunned.

It sounded Like Barlow's voice.

Rosalynn leaned out to take a peek and saw Barlow striding to the backyard, hands full of gifts.