“Oh, Jen... Your mother said you weren't feeling well. What brings you down here so early?” He asked, lowering the paper.
“Well, I was just thinking about how much you do for us...I wanted to say thanks,” She said, with some hesitation.
It worked on Martha, why wouldn't it work on him?
“Wow, you really must be sick,” He laughed, “The Jen I know wouldn't say something so nice.”
“No, I mean it. Why can’t you just take a compliment!” She yelled, frustrated that he wasn't making it easy.
“Keep your voice down! Your mother and sister are still in bed.” He quietly scolded.
After that she could hardly respond...She was somewhat glad for that, since she knew that the curse would prevent her from offering anything kind.
Fred wasn't really her dad. She missed him, wished he was there instead of this man. She started to cry. She was angry at the curse, she hated Kyle... And she hated herself for always treating people like this.
As she stood there sobbing, she managed to say, “I’m sorry.”
“Jen...” Fred quietly said as he got up from the chair and made his way towards her...