Fiona got some food ready, and Anne was munching on a slice of bread. When she saw the desserts in my hand, she looked at me, brighteyed. "Mommy, desserts."
I sighed and handed the desserts to her. "You shouldn't have too much. It's bad for your teeth."
She nodded happily, smiling ear to ear at the desserts in her hands.
Hendrix smiled, "Looks like the child will be taking away a lot of my love."
Ignoring him, I sat down on the couch and looked at him, "How much did you hear from me and Andrea's conversation?"
Everyone had their own fronts they used in front of others, and we must be sure not to get too close to it; once we did, what we saw might take us by surprise.
He sat back on the sofa and looked at me, "Not much, just a couple of things."
I smiled faintly, "You must think I'm horrible."
He pursed his lips, approaching me. "Do you want to let her bully you? Humiliate you?"
I shook my head, "No."
He hummed in reply and said, "You were protecting yourself. Why do you care if you're good or bad? What makes you think you could judge someone's character with just these two words?"
He continued, "Most of us operate in grey areas. The world isn't all black and white. It's easier said than done to distinguish the two, so don't try to fit people into the same mold."
Yes, that was true.
Alright, I admit that he was right.
I looked at him as I got up. "I've already eaten at the mall with Nerissa. You should eat with Anne."
He frowned, "That was in the afternoon. Well eat together later."
He sounded commanding and rigid.
I casted a glance at him. "Hendrix, you're being mean!"
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