"I haven't eaten."
Flossie Wright touched her nose.
Mute, he looked at her, and after a moment, Glenn Hutchinson chuckled softly.
Standing up, Glenn Hutchinson said helplessly, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
So, Flossie Wright also stood up.
"By the way," hands in her pockets, Flossie Wright stood straight, looking directly at Glenn Hutchinson, "Have you ever worried that I might become that kind of person?"
Staring at her for a few seconds, Glenn Hutchinson candidly admitted, "Yes."
"Then," pausing slightly, Flossie Wright smiled, "Congratulations."
"Thank you."
Glenn Hutchinson came over and gave her a gentle hug.
Sweeping away the previous gloom, it was replaced by a bit of relief.
In truth, he never really controlled Flossie Wright. When they first met, Flossie's various rule-breaking and rebellion caught his eye, causing some concern.
But—
Only in the Forces, Flossie Wright proved to him that she wouldn't cause trouble for this group.
