Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Faced with only a few eggs in the fridge, Blanche Capra felt clueless. She wasn’t much of a cook in the first place, and now she was even low on ingredients. She had even less idea how to cook.

Make what? Scramble eggs?

“Big brother,” came Mullen’s voice from outside, “you’re back?”

Blanche Capra froze, how did York Charlie get back so soon? She’d thought he’d have something else to do at the office that would have delayed him quite a bit. Looking up at the clock on the kitchen wall, it had been less than an hour since he had left the house earlier.

“Doing what?”

Blanche Capra turned around to see York Charlie walk in, still holding two eggs in her hand and looking like she didn’t know how to start them.

“You’re going to make dinner with those two eggs?” York Charlie’s voice held a light chuckle.

Blanche Capra almost blushed and awkwardly put the eggs back in her hand. Then Mullen was heard calling from outside again, “Sister, come out here, brother has bought lots of goodies and cake!”

Blanche Capra looked at York Charlie after hearing this, York Charlie’s face was surprisingly soft, before she could say anything, she saw York Charlie turn around and go out, and came back with a big bag of things.

It seemed to be some fish and vegetables or something like that.

“I’m going to go change,” York Charlie spoke, “I’ll do the dishes later.” With that, he stroked the top of her head before she could react and left.

Blanche Capra really didn’t react.

He had suddenly come back so quickly and bought groceries not to mention that he was sweet enough to cook them himself. She froze in the kitchen for a moment, and by the time she stepped out of the kitchen and over to the table, she was frozen again.

It turned out to be: a birthday cake.

Did he really think it was her birthday?

Blanche Capra couldn’t tell you what was going through her mind. A little bit of hope that he’d poke himself, and a little bit of hope that he’d never think of her as Brandi. a little bit of hope that he’d remember their past, and a little bit of hope that he’d put it in the back of his mind forever and never think of it again.

But the truth is, because of her choices, she’s probably only going to have Blanche Capra’s birthday. And every year after that. Though it had been so long ago that she’d even forgotten her real birthday.

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Blanche Capra shook her head slightly, trying to chase away the jumbled thoughts in her head, when she suddenly heard a voice say, “What’s wrong? Not feeling well?”

Blanche Capra looked up and saw York Charlie coming down the stairs, wearing a black jumper with jeans.

By the time she looked back up, York Charlie had walked up to her and was looking at her with a bit of suspicion and a bit of concern.

Blanche Capra shook her head and whispered, “No, not uncomfortable.” She nudged his arm, “You go do the dishes!”

York Charlie nods and is about to go in when Blanche Capra suddenly calls out to him again, “Wait!”

York Charlie turns around.

Blanche Capra unhooked the dark green checkered apron from herself, then took a few steps behind him, wrapped her hands around his waist from behind, and lowered her head to tie it for him.

“Blanche Capra.”

“Hmm?” Blanche Capra subconsciously looked up when she heard York Charlie call her.

She hadn’t seen his face yet, and then, immediately and suddenly, York Charlie sidled up and planted a kiss on her lips, sloppy, for a moment, and then left.

York Charlie went into the kitchen.

Blanche Capra walked somewhat dizzily into the living room and stood by the sofa. After a few moments, Mullen, who was sitting on the couch watching TV, looked at her a little strangely, “What do you keep standing there for, sis?”

Blanche Capra looked back, “Oh, are you still hungry?”

Mullen looks puzzled, “Aren’t we going to eat later? You can’t have too many snacks before you eat.”

Blanche Capra is a little embarrassed, “Uh, sis was just asking you.”

“There’s cake later!” Mullen has a smile on her face at the mention of cake.

“Hmm.”

“Sis, does anyone have a birthday today?”

“Well, it’s my birthday today.”

“Ah, great, happy birthday sis.”

“Thanks Mullen.”

The two of them sat on the couch and chatted, mouth watering smells bubbled up from the kitchen, the TV was noisy, and the big house, which had always been cold and quiet, came alive. Blanche Capra hadn’t had this warm feeling of a family together for a long, long time, and it was hard to ask how long it had been, and for her, after all that suffering in life and death, it was still the same four words.

It was like a lifetime ago.

Well, like it had been a lifetime ago.

Blanche Capra was momentarily caught up in a mixture of sad and happy emotions, not realising that York Charlie had been standing inside the restaurant watching her for a long time. Until York Charlie called out to her, “Blanche Capra.”

Blanche Capra came back to her senses and saw York Charlie standing by the dining room table for who knows how long, he looked at her and said, “Don’t dawdle, come help.”

She gets up and walks over and follows into the kitchen, only to find that York Charlie is done with the dishes. She asked, “All done?” York Charlie nodded.

“So what am I supposed to do?”

“I’ll serve the food, and you can finish the table.”

And so it was that York Charlie, Blanche Capra, and a little boy gathered around for dinner on an evening with a decent atmosphere. On the table, in addition to York Charlie’s sumptuous cooking, there was a birthday cake in the centre of the table, and Mullen was noisily lighting candles and dragging York Charlie along with him to sing the birthday song.

York Charlie is a little uncomfortable.

Blanche Capra sneaks up on Mullen and tells him that he’s shy. The two of them burst into laughter, leaving York Charlie embarrassed. When it came time to blow out the candles and make a wish, which Mullen had coaxed him to do, the lights were switched off, leaving only the candlelight to flicker. In the faint light, York Charlie looked at her with tender eyes.

Blanche Capra closed her eyes and opened them in three seconds, then together they blew out the candles and the lights came back on in the room.

Mullen asks curiously, “Sister, your wish was so short! Just for a little while?” Across the room, York Charlie looks at her as well.

Blanche Capra laughed, “It’s not like it’s going to come true anyway, so what does it matter if it’s long.”

“How do you know it won’t materialise?” Mullen retorted, “Even if this year’s wish doesn’t come true next year, and the year after that, and the year after that, and the year after that still doesn’t come true, but one day it will. You haven’t even seen it, so how do you know it won’t come true later either?”

A loud and sure word of unbridled childishness, but it was as if a light had come on in the darkness.

Blanche Capra was silent.

“Mullen’s right,” York Charlie snapped, “but wishes are meant to be pursued, and just talking about them isn’t enough. Understand?” York Charlie looked to one side at the younger boy, while Blanche Capra got the feeling he was speaking to himself.

Mullen is somewhat flattered by York Charlie’s soothing tone and nods vigorously, “I understand! I’ll definitely try to fulfil any wishes I have! Right, sis?” He asked Blanche Capra happily.

Blanche Capra smiles and nods, “That’s right.” Eyes but looking at York Charlie.

Actually, just now, Blanche Capra didn’t wish for anything at all. In that moment, the mind was all but empty. To ask herself if there was anything she desperately wanted to achieve? She couldn’t think of anything. It was as if she had everything at that moment.

There was nothing else to ask for.