Our Return to Costsley

After the massage, my ankle was much better though I still limped a bit. Noticing my appearance in the kitchen, Allen hurried over to help me. "We are making the jam, so just wait. Why did you come over?" Holing his calloused hands, I said softly, "Uncle, something happened in the Brown family, so we will have to leave. It is a pity that we can't taste the jam." Rose rubbed her hands on the apron. "I'll pack up your stuff first." Hearing of my departure, Allen turned red in his turbid eyes. "You shouldn't stay here. Take good care of yourself." Sad, I gave my uncle a hug and said, "Take good care of yourself. Don't what Laura and Elain say to heart." "I have lived with them for years. Go." Speaking, Allen pushed me out of the kitchen. "I won't see you off because I have to make the jam. When it's done, I'll send it to you." "Thanks!" When Joey took me away from Phoenix Village, Allen hid himself in the kitchen. That was him, honest but weak and incompetent. Near his 50s, Allen didn't h