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I followed Elisha downstairs and walked straight to the dining hall. I saw her sitting next to Gideon, serving his food on his high chair table. Almira and our two other household helpers were at the table, too, eating their dinner. “Kyle, sit here,” Almira said, standing up and pulling out the chair at the head of the table. “Thanks,” I smiled at her, taking a seat. “Hello, buddy. Enjoying your dinner?” I asked the boy on my right. “Daddy! Yummy!” Gideon beamed at me, munching and eating the steamed broccoli. “That’s great,” I nodded, then looked at Elisha, who was staring at the mushroom soup, fiddling with her spoon. Gideon seemed to notice me looking at Elisha, “Isha!!” he said, smiling at Elisha. “Yes, little boy?” Elisha looked at Gideon before wiping off the smudges on the