Seeing Oliver listen to Selena, Adrian had Selena try feeding him again.
He thought that after a few more tries, the boy might finally accept it. But it was no use.
Martha knew exactly why Oliver was being difficult. After acknowledging Adrian, she turned to head to the kitchen.
"Martha," Oliver called out, his voice weak. "I want that special porridge, the one with the crunchy white things in it."
Crunchy white things? She figured he must mean water chestnuts.
Martha looked troubled. "Young master, we don't have any of those at home. How about I make you a sweet porridge instead? I promise there won't be anything you don't like in it."
"Why not?" Being sick made Oliver's temper flare. "When I wanted it before, Mom was always able to make it for me!"
Martha tried to soothe him patiently. "Those crunchy white things don't keep for very long. When your mother made it for you, she would drive to a specialty farm in the next state over at the crack of dawn to get them fresh. Then she'd simmer the porridge for four or five hours and have it delivered to your school by lunchtime. It's getting cold now, so they're even harder to find."
"I don't care!" Oliver whined, throwing a tantrum.
Martha felt helpless. "Mr. Blackwell..."
To Adrian, there was nothing in the world money couldn't buy. The household wasn't going to fall apart just because one person was gone. He made a quick phone call, and soon, a delivery of fresh water chestnuts arrived.
"Go make it."
"Yes, sir." Martha took them and disappeared into the kitchen. To get the porridge to that perfect, thick consistency, time was essential.
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