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Mr. Rumble said, a bit nervously, "Amy, please sit down, sweetheart. Richard will be here any minute." The excited 9-year-old bounced around.
"But Richard went to the bakery! He always brings me something delicious!" she exclaimed, practically drooling at the thought of all the tasty treats he might have picked out for her.
"While we wait for him, let’s have a little chat," Mrs. Rumble said, patting the space beside her, encouraging the girl to settle in.
"Amy, are you comfortable being with our son?"
"What do you mean?" Amy asked, her brow furrowing slightly.
"Are you okay just being with him? Eating, sleeping, playing—are you alright doing all those things with him alone? No one else?"
"Yes," she replied quickly, "Richard doesn’t like it when I’m with other kids, and I like being with him."
"W-Well, how about we introduce you to someone new?" the parents suggested, their voices a bit shaky.
"Who?" Amy asked, her curiosity piqued.
"He’s the son of our friends. He’s 10 and loves cake just like you!"
Amy’s eyes lit up at the thought. Richard wasn’t really into sweets, so she couldn’t share that joy with him.
"B-But Richard won’t like it. He’ll get upset," she said, her voice trembling slightly.
"If he gets upset and tries to stop you from making new friends, then you can sleep with us, and he’ll have to sleep alone. That’ll teach him a lesson," they explained, trying to sound reassuring.
"Oh..."
"Now, he should be here any m-"
Ding dong
Mr. Rumble swung the door open with a grin.
"Hello, mister! Mommy told me to come here!" the bright-eyed boy exclaimed.
"Yes, yes! Come in, Liam!"
As Liam stepped inside, he greeted the woman politely, his gaze landing on Amy.
"Are you Amy? Mommy said you love cake! What kind do you like? I really like chocolate, but not the dark kind. It makes my tongue feel funny!"
"R-Really? I like that too," Amy replied softly, a smile creeping onto her face.
"I also love biscuits!"
"Me too! I l-like the ones with shapes!"
"Those are the best!"
While the two new friends animatedly chatted about their favorite sweets, their parents beamed with joy, watching the girl connect with someone new.
But in the midst of their happiness, they overlooked one crucial detail.
Or rather, presence they forgot was arriving.
"Who the hell is this?"
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Любовные романыAt a young age, tragedy struck her life when her parents were taken from her in a devastating accident, leaving her to seek refuge in the home of her neighbors. In the aftermath of such profound loss, she transformed into a quiet, gentle soul, her l...
