Selective Forgiveness

"Is it that cold in the house?" Orson glanced at Edith, who sat across the table but didn't eat.

Edith sighed and forced a smile. "Orson, have you forgotten that my hands and feet will turn cold when it rains."

"I'll ask them to make soup to warm you up," Orson said thoughtfully.

Edith nodded and took a few sips of the porridge. When she picked up her bowl, she glanced upstairs. She put down the b