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Andrew, Andrea, and Michelle return to the dining room table. The servants remove the old food and the cook prepares a fresh, light meal for them instead. “Are you alright?” Michelle asks Andrea, “Shall we ask Andrew to find a doctor for you?” Andrea shrugs indifferently. She doesn’t have the energy to pretend to be Michelle’s friend right now. Her head throbs and her throat feels raw. She looks at the food and realizes her appetite has vanished. “I think I’ll go upstairs to rest,” Andrea announces. “I’ll go up with you,” Andrew says, standing up and grabbing her wrist. Andrea shakes off his hand, “Can’t you leave me alone?” Surprisingly, he lets her go. She smiles to herself, pleased that she’s managed to shake him. Instead of going to her bedroom, she creeps up to the study. When sh