The old house had poor sound insulation, so his voice clearly reached my ears. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
I jumped up from the recliner. I didn't even put on my shoes and opened the door.
Dylan looked at me with a surprised expression.
I gave a polite smile. "Mr. Jones, if you had investigated more, you would know I'm allergic to cherries and strawberries. Do you think I'd like them?"
Dylan opened his mouth but said nothing. He hid the fruit behind him, probably out of guilt.
Seeing him like this, I turned around to go home.
Dylan grabbed my wrist from behind and looked at me gently. "Sorry, Ms. Walker. It was our mistake."
He handed me a key and continued, "This is the key to my room. Dad and Mom just want to see you. If you change your mind, you can come find me..."
I shook my head. I brushed his hand away and went home.
4
Strawberries and cherries were Lydia's favorite fruits. I was indifferent and didn't care what I ate.
When I finished piano practice as a child, the nanny would ask me what fruit I wanted. Lydia would smile and say strawberries and cherries.
I didn't argue. I didn't expect Dylan would bring these today. It would've been better if he hadn't.