That sounds fun, Isabel said
It’s the best to enjoy a picnic leisurely. Eliot said all over the place that Duchess Uther once told me that men’s ears will become soft and obedient no matter how much they have sex. What kind of lunch are you going to prepare for them?
Three treatments for chicken with eggs
What a shame! How can you have a picnic without foie gras? You have to prepare curry shrimp, chicken breast jelly and lettuce salad with my own sauce. After eating foie gras, you can have an apple pie to cater to the American spleen and stomach.
I think it’s good for them to bring chicken sandwich with eggs. Mrs. bradley has a firm tone
Oh, then I dare say it will definitely fail, and then you can blame yourself.
Larry eats very little, said Uncle Elliot Isabel, and I don’t think he cares what he eats.
Don’t think this is his advantage, replied Eliot, the poor boy
But after all, the lunch basket was prepared according to Mrs. bradley’s intention. Eliot later shrugged his shoulders on that outing like a Frenchman
I told them it would fail. I asked Louisa to put the wine I sent to Monhasier before the war, but she just didn’t listen to them and brought a pot of hot coffee. How could it be?
On the night when Mrs. bradley Eliot was sitting in the living room, she heard the sound of the car parked outside. Isabel entered the door. It was just dark. The curtains had been pulled up. Eliot was sitting on the couch by the fire, reading a novel. Mrs. bradley was knitting a fireplace carpet. Isabel went straight upstairs into the room without entering the living room. Eliot looked at Louisa over his glasses.
I think she’s going to take off her hat. It will come soon, she said, but Isabel didn’t go upstairs, and then a few minutes passed. She was probably tired and probably went to sleep directly.
Don’t you think it’s strange that Larry didn’t follow in?
Leave it alone, Eliot.
Oh, it’s your business and mine.
After that, he immersed himself in reading again, and Mrs. bradley continued to sew, but after half an hour, she suddenly got up.
I’d better go and see her. She’s already asleep.
She left the living room, but soon she went upstairs.
She has been crying. Larry is going to Paris for two years. She promised to wait for him to come back.
Why is Larry going to Paris?
You didn’t ask me, Eliot. I didn’t know that she didn’t tell me any details. I could understand him and decided not to stop him. Then I asked him that it was impossible to love you more since he had been away from you for two years. She said that I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help but ask again that it happened today. That’s why she replied that I loved him more and he really loved my mother. I am very sure.
Eliot pondered for a while.
What about two years later?
I don’t know, Eliot.
Don’t you think it’s not good?
very bad
At present, one thing is certain: both of them are young, and it won’t hurt to wait for two years, and a lot may happen during this period.
They decided that Isabel had better be left alone to prepare for dinner.
I don’t want to upset her again. Mrs. bradley said that everyone would ask her why her eyes were swollen.
But the next day, after they had lunch, Mrs. bradley started this topic again, but she still couldn’t ask why.
I should say I told you, mom, she said
What is he going to do in Paris?
Isabel smiled and thought that her mother would find the answer completely absurd.
Hang around