He put down the document and looked at me. "What conspiracy?"
"How am I supposed to know what conspiracy?"
I frowned. "She must be plotting some kind of conspiracy. Why else was she so obsequious toward m e during dinner last night? Why would she bring two caretakers to our house to clean up the place? She even went to the kitchen and cooked for us?"
Theo lifted his hand to touch my face. "What if she’s simply trying to make it up to you?"
"I don't believe it." I twitched my mouth. "She isn't the kind of person who will regret it after doing something bad, let alone feel sorry for me."
Theo pursed his lips and did not answer.
I grabbed his hand and urgently said, "I really can't stand being around her. I don’t care what you do, just have her stop pestering me. I don't want her to come t o our house either.”
Theo helplessly sighed. "Okay, I understand."
I was finally smiling again. "It'll be the New Year's in a few days. I'd like to go to the cemetery before that."
Theo nodded. "I remember. I planned to tell you
tonight but you’re already bringing it up first.”
"When should we go, then?" I asked.
"Tomorrow."
I nodded. "I’ll take Munchkin along, so... Cecilia can see him."
I lowered my head after saying that.
My mood would become gloomy every time I thought o f Cecilia.
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