Olivia nodded, but before Mary could hang up, she quickly added, "Mom, don't bring anything fancy to eat, okay? Just bring bread."
"Bread?" Mary asked, confused. "Why?"
"Because," Olivia said in a flat voice, "she doesn't want anything else. She just wants bread. She literally begged about bread. So please don't bring any of your special roast chicken or fish or biryani or anything. Just... bread."
Mary let out another long sigh. "Alright, alright. I'll take care of it."
Olivia hung up the call and smiled to herself before walking back to the living room.
She clapped her hands once and said cheerfully, "Mom's on her way! She said you should stay and wait. She's bringing... bread!"
Jean's smile twitched again. Bread?
Still, she nodded. "Oh, how nice. I'll wait."
A few awkward minutes passed. Jean kept glancing at the siblings, clearly waiting for someone to offer her food. She crossed her legs the other way and sighed loudly, hoping they'd get the hint.
