At that moment, I felt like I had survived a disaster. My mind was in chaos, so I couldn't continue to think about why I had been discovered so quickly.
Now I thought, "Perhaps she had a hand in this all along...
Maybe her heart has rotted long before then..."
"Auntie?"
Lizzy's voice snapped me back to reality. I forced a smile, saying, "Still remember me?"
"Of course, how could I forget Auntie?"
Every word she said was eerie.
I exchanged a few perfunctory words with her before diving into my meal.
To my surprise, no one touched that pot of oatmeal in the end.
Lizzy, like a shadow, faded into an unnoticed corner, her oatmeal left untouched as well.
As guests departed, I pretended to help tidy up, all while discreetly observing Lizzy's every move.
She silently picked up the oatmeal from the table and headed outside.
I followed quietly behind.
Lizzy poured the oatmeal into the neighbor's large black dog's bowl and grabbed a stick from the ground, striking it forcefully.
At this moment, the neighbor was still helping at our place, unaware of the commotion here.
Lizzy tactfully positioned herself, the startled black dog barking furiously and lunging towards her.