Annie was, and always had been, terrified of her mother leaving and simply never returning. It was almost as though she remembered her father vanishing from her family map. Later in life she would hold this above her sister's head and claim that she had felt it happening from their mother's movements and heart rhythms, and that she was simply more in tune to people's emotions.
Isabella looked over at her mother, her eyes large. She didn't know what to say. She had been feeling somewhat conflicted about the young law student. Something about him made her uneasy, but at the same time, she felt almost impatient about seeing him again. Her mother seemed to feel her daughters eyes and turned. Isabella transferred her gaze quickly back to her plate. The food was still untouched. She hadn't had much of an appetite at all that day since meeting Mr. Raemon.
"We should look into it then," Poindexter said, deciding that Isabella was not going to eat her beef and plucking it off of her plate. "I know I would have no objection to the idea."
"I agree," Lana stated in a rather matter-of-fact tone.
Annie looked at her mother, horrified. "But he's not related to us! We've never even met him!"
"Anna Catherine, keep your voice down. We're going to look into Mr. Raemon as a potential sitter for you two, whether you like it or not, so if I were you, I'd learn to accept it."
Annie eyes dropped back to her food. Isabelle's heart lept into her stomach.
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