The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
He looked at her plate. "You don't. You've thinned." He said."Hi..." She she said watching as Earl gathered his large portions of food as always. Emily only had a small portion of food, for someone that looked to be starving eairlier. She had not touch much of her food, feeling nervious that her father would pop out of the woodwork at any given moment had made her loose her apatite. "You seem excited for the big feasts as always" she commented