Rhehan cried silently, while the lady was painting. She was unaware of what was happening behind her back. Not once did it cross her mind that the trait which she used long ago, to recognize her son in his foster home, could also be used by him, similarly after so many years!
Rhehan looked at the lady, who now held the brush with left hand and drew dark colored lines with her right hand, to complete the other corner of canvas. This made Rhehan completely sure that she was an ambidextrous, having been able to use brush with her left hand with utmost and equal precision.
He wiped away his tears and stood up. He walked slowly towards the lady with s.h.i.+vering legs. Should I ask her? Will she refuse? What if all this is just my imagination? I will be heart-broken again. But I need to clear this doubt or I will keep thinking about it until my death!
He stood calmly besides Elizabeth looking at the painting. Elizabeth smiled, looking at Rhehan and continued to paint. "You like it?"
"Yeah!! You bet!" Rhehan looked at the lady"s hands, noticing the shape of her fingers.
Suddenly he held her left hand abruptly, which was holding the brush. Elizabeth frowned looking at the boy. "What happened Rhehan?"
Rhehan then held her right hand too, looking at it carefully, comparing with his own hands. "Busted!!"
"Huh?" Elizabeth looked at Rhehan in confusion.
"You are an ambidextrous too!"
Suddenly, the brush fell down from Elizabeth"s hand in nervouseness. She was suddenly transported to the time, when she had made Rhehan draw him something on the sheets, to collect the hints of his past.
Meanwhile....
Rose had been preparing fresh juice drinks, with the help of the cooks, for everybody. This was the longest she had ever been in the kitchen, preparing some snacks to munch on. The chef along with other cooks were quickly preparing the dinner, while Rose fixed up some snacks. Lillian came inside the kitchen from the barbeque, set outdoors and was stunned to see Rose in the kitchen.
"Rose! What are you doing here? You are not allowed in my kichen young lady! " Lillian looked at the girl in shock.
"I am fixing some sus.h.i.+ snacks! I made these for you all!"
"Oh! That"s amazing!" She looked around the kitchen to see, two broken bowls and some spilled flour and fruits syrups all across the kitchen. "Did you actually make these?" Lillian smirked, looking at the girl.
"Well! Just a little maybe!" Rose pursed her lips, looking at her mother. The truth was she had initially started cooking, only to spill everything around. Thus the cook gave her the roughest and strongest task to do, that was to knead the dough.
Suddenly, something struck Lillian"s head and she gapped at the girl in horror. "Are Rhehan and Lizie alone in the living room?"
"Yes! Why?" Rose asked, casually.
"Oh! Lord! I hope she did not say anything to the boy!" Lillian rushed out of the kitchen, towards the living room in nervouseness.
Rose to followed her mother quickly, looling at her nervous face. "Mother! Wait! What happened!?"
But Lillian did not reply and sprinted towards the living room.