“Oh, Evan! Yes, yes, I remember him! He was always the most handsome boy in all of Riverside Millford! How could I possibly forget?”
Having recovered, Mrs. Jenkins’s face was once again plastered with a fake smile. She wrung her hands nervously, feeling strangely flustered in the presence of the young couple.
But she was nothing if not shrewd. Pretending to have no memory of how she had insulted Evan and spread rumors about Emma, she put on a show of warmth and offered a disingenuous invitation. “It’s been so long! You must come over to our place for dinner tonight! I’ll have Grandma cook up a real feast for you. Please, come to my house!”
Emma said nothing. Evan didn’t even glance at the woman.
Robert waved his hand awkwardly. “Thank you for the kind offer, but my wife, Karen, has already prepared dinner. Maybe next time, next time…”
“Alright!”
Hearing Robert mention “next time,” Mrs. Jenkins quickly pulled her phone from her pocket, ready to get Emma’s contact information. “It’s so rare for you to be back,” she said, holding the phone out toward Emma. “I know you need a family reunion today, so I won’t insist. But tomorrow night, or whenever you’re free, you must come over for dinner! You can’t refuse me this little favor!”
Mrs. Jenkins rambled on, but after she finished, she waited in vain. Emma made no move to take out her phone. Realizing this, Mrs. Jenkins gave a sheepish smile to Robert, suddenly at a loss for what to do.
Mr. Hayes glanced at his daughter. He saw her calm, slightly cold expression toward the overly enthusiastic Mrs. Jenkins and understood why. He simply offered a perfunctory reply to the woman beside him, “Yes, next time, next time. We should be getting home now, so we won’t keep you.”
With that, he turned and closed the pharmacy door.
The Hayes pharmacy was at the entrance of the town, while the Hayes residence, a self-built two-story house, was on the southern edge, a fair distance away.
Robert shut the door and was about to lead his daughter and son-in-law home, but Emma noticed that many of the nearby residents were already peeking out of their homes, watching them.
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