Chapter Forty seven

These are my favorite deserts. Your mom and I use to make these snacks together years ago" Mary said sounding emotional. "You too should freshen up and come down for dinner" Mary instructed heading to the kitchen. Helma and Donald dragged who was taking the stairs first. They pushed and fought each other till Donald tricked Helma and ran passed her. Mary peeped at the playful duo from the dinning and smiled.

It was a great sight for her. Donald has always been locked up. He has never seen Donald being less formal with an opposite sex. Everything to Donald was business. Seeing him fall for Helma was satisfying. Minutes later, Donald rushed downstairs freshened up. "Where is the other pack of desert?" He hurriedly asked scanning through the dinning table. Mary microwaved the pack labeled Helma and handed it over to Donald.

Donald served his plate and sat down to eat. Mary found Donald's actions quite suspicious. "Donald, you should eat dinner before desert. And take it easy too" Mary ad