Isabella has not been herself cheerful self for the past few days. At first, I thought that she must be nervous to see everyone again. But then it started to become more serious, getting sick so often. Now it seems that she has been hiding something from me as well. We promised no more secrets; even if I say it is fine, it does make me slightly mad.
"Boo, what are you not telling me? Are you not deploying with me again?"
"No! No, soldier! I can't go!"
"What do you mean you can't go? Everything was fine; why have you changed my mind."
My mom, along with Matty, tries to excuse themselves from the kitchen, "I think we will leave you kids alone. Come, Richard, I think we could do with a walk."
"What makes you think I want to walk Denise."
Matt drags my dad by the arm towards the door, "Dad, you just like to have a bit of good gossip to listen to. Sometimes I think you worse than that old Betty."
