DISDAIN

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“Good morning, ma,” Mrs. Damian said. “Good morning, ma. I think I know this face,” Sarah said. “Yeah; doctor Damian’s wife,” Mrs. Damian said with a smile. “Really? How is doctor Damian?” Sarah said. “He is fine, ma,” Mrs. Damian said.

“That’s good to hear. Have you been offered anything to eat?” Sarah said. “No; I didn’t know you were here. Actually, I am here to cook something for Mr. Alfred to eat,” Mrs. Damian said and glimpsed at Alfred’s face.

“Really? That’s nice of you,” Sarah said. “You can say that again,” Mrs. Damian said. “Well, I am cooking beans in the kitchen,” Sarah said with a smile. “It means my service is not needed now,” Mrs. Damian said.

“Don’t be offended; you can take over when I am gone,” Sarah said. “Alright; well done. Mr. Alfred, I need to go now,” Mrs. Damian said and stood up from the couch. “So soon?” Alfred said. “I hope I am not chasing you away?” Sarah said as she gazed