Mrs. Davidson tried pushing her away but failed. Nathalia went on pleading with her.
"Huh! Aren't you a superwoman?! Superwomen don't need food." She retorted sulkily. I do wish she was not so wild and strong-minded sometimes. She should have asked for help instead of doing everything on her own.
Nathalia could hear that Mrs. Davidson's anger was fading, so she took the chance and went on persuading, rubbing her head on her shoulder like a little girl. "Mum, please. Spencer told me that you make great creamy chicken spaghetti. I'm so hungry!"
"Spaghetti?" Mrs. Davidson was a bit taken aback. She rarely cooked, though she had learned for Curt when she was young.
"Yes." Nathalia at her pleadingly. "Spencer said you used to make it for him often. Come on, mum, I want it too, please. Please."
Mrs. Davidson was no longer angry. She patted Nathalia's head gently and said, "Alright, alright. I'm not sure if we have the ingredients, though."
